#look at this face. LOOK AT IT. and crowley missed the whole thing. (but i think he knows anyway)

[elinordash]

I thought you said we’d be inconspicuous here.

#nothing inconspicuous about Aziraphale's face journey

[topaziraphale]

"Stop saying Crowley won't help Aziraphale in S3 he'd go back to him in a HEARTBEAT and nothing would stop him" I get it no one likes the idea of Crowley being bitter after what happened for a long period of time but like can we at least acknowledge that he's currently going through probably the most emotional pain in his life since falling? Can we agree that he's opened his heart entirely - something you couldn't pay him to do unless the world is literally ending and he's desperate - to Aziraphale, and got shot down? Can we understand that he did it AGAIN only to lose Aziraphale again? Not that what Aziraphale did isn't without Crowley's own shortcomings (hiding the truth of Heaven's cruelty from him) but like,,,,

The appeal here isn't Scorned Crowley Doesn't Love Aziraphale Anymore, or Never Wants To Help Him Again, the appeal here is Crowley learning enough self respect to not just walk back right to Aziraphale like nothing happened after Aziraphale has had a pattern of consistently refusing him. Going years ping-ponging between "We're not friends I don't even know him" to "That's what friends are for right?" and "We're friends, why would you even say anything?" and "Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon!"

Like I get it, Crowley is a heartbreakingly forgiving person. Of course he's gonna forgive Aziraphale, I'll be surprised if he didn't forgive him by the time he walked out the bookshop door, but gdi he could at least grant himself the luxury of being at least a little irritated for longer than however long it takes to make a globe and some books float and angrily cry out to God in his flat. But due to the change of pace and dynamic that is establishing part of the conflict for Season 3, I just really like the idea of him for ONCE prioritizing himself and being like "Okay, fine. We'll get back at it when you're ready, then," instead of just taking Aziraphale back like his words and actions meant nothing to him, when clearly they have an effect on him.

What is Aziraphale going to learn if Crowley just accepts what he did so quickly, like he always has the entire time they've been friends? Idk maybe I'm just projecting too much darkness on their dynamic but I mean, if the pattern of Aziraphale pushing Crowley away/disrespecting him one day and then being fine with his friendship the next + Crowley never stopping to be like "Hey, that's not cool, at least give me a little credit" or smth was fine all along and will continue to be fine in the future, then why, after 6,000 years of being friends and loving this demon, can Aziraphale still not accept that Crowley is just fine the way he is, and instead got excited to promote him to an angel in a heartbeat once the opportunity presented itself? You can't blame all of it on Heaven when Aziraphale has demonstrated his free will/defiance to Heaven so many times. Or, I don't know, I guess maybe we can? Maybe I'm just craving too much angst to the point where I'm letting it cloud my analysis of canon. Idk.

[actual-changeling]

i have watched the kiss scene and the breakup as a whole more times than i can count and my brain is still trying to process all the things it picked up on.

my newest painful obsession: aziraphale thought crowley came back for him.

they kiss, aziraphale says i forgive you and instead condemns them both, crowley leaves. the lip touching itself is fucking essay worthy because holy SHIT the amount of micro expressions flickering across his face is endless, michael sheen acted his ass off.

i think it's a mixture of surprise, unspoken love, a HEAVY dose of fear, disbelief, and oh my god what did he just do what did i just do. he turns away from the door and we get a very very quick shot of how exactly he is angled.

standing up straight with faked spiteful anger, the same anger he spit at crowley out of fear and insecurity, chin up, clearly waiting for something - or rather someone. we gotta remember that every single time crowley has left aziraphale, he came back. every. single. time. he came back and apologized, that's what they do.

crowley comes back and aziraphale forgives him and they continue bearing their silence.

the bell rings when the door opens again, just like it did when crowley left, and just. look at his face. how quickly he swivels around. the blink and you will miss it spark of hope.

and then the pure devastation when he realizes it's not crowley.

aziraphale thought crowley was coming back for him. he was WAITING for him to come back. even after all that, he couldn't imagine crowley actually leaving him behind, especially not after that kiss and his entire indirect love confession.

just like crowley thought for a tiny heartbeat that aziraphale was kissing him back, aziraphale hoped, hell, he fucking thought he KNEW crowley would never abandon him. not after "i could always rely on you. you could always rely on me." aziraphale has taken him for granted, of course he thought it was him coming through the door.

but that spark of hope gets stomped out beneath the metatrash's feet and he fully turns around, unable to face him and the reality of it all.

this time, he went too far.

this time, crowley did not want forgiveness.

he was about to say i love you and turned it into i forgive you, still clinging to their old ways, their old rituals, just that they are no longer those beings, no longer in that specific relationship. everything has changed.

they both thought the other would never abandon them. turns out they were both wrong.

[fuckyeahisawthat]

Up until the almost-end-of-the-world, the way Aziraphale and Crowley maintained their relationship was through a collection of well-established and repeated patterns (dances, you might say). These little rituals were what they used to communicate affection, intimacy and trust when they couldn’t say the things they wanted to say out loud. I like spending time with you. You make me happy, and I like making you happy. We’re in this together. I’ll always be there for you, even when your own side is not.

In season 1, as the stress of the impending apocalypse puts more and more pressure on their relationship, we see their patterns start to break down, and it’s very distressing for them. They’ve been communicating like this for so long that they don’t know what to do when one of them doesn’t follow the dance steps.

When we first see them in season 2, they seem in some ways to be closer than ever. They touch each other more easily, Aziraphale in particular. Crowley is comfortable enough in the bookshop that he has a Spot for putting his sunglasses when he takes them off by the door. They’re more open about acknowledging how much time they spend together and how many things in their lives are shared.

And I think, also, we expect them to be happy. They won, didn’t they? So it takes a while for the cracks to start to show.

It wasn’t until this post pointed out that the whole season, we never see them sit down and share a meal together in the present day (no, Crowley doesn’t eat; yes, it still counts) that it started coming together for me. The closer you look, the more you realize the old patterns they’re used to relying on are broken.

Three times, we see them sit down to their usual table for two (at the coffee shop, the bar, and the French restaurant) and then almost immediately get up again. This post also points out that we don’t see present-day Aziraphale eat anything on screen, other than one of the little candies in the Bentley. This in the same season we learn that Crowley is the one who introduced him to food! It’s one of their oldest rituals!

Even one of their most visually recognizable patterns starts to go wonky this season. In season 1, when the blocking allows it, Crowley’s always on Aziraphale’s left. When they’re standing or walking side by side, and most of the time when they’re sitting side by side together (there are some exceptions due to camera angles)…Crowley’s always on Aziraphale’s left (screen right if they’re facing us, screen left if we’re behind them). It’s one of the clues about the body swap that is easy to see when you know what to look for—in Berkeley Square they are each initially sitting on the “wrong” side of the bench. It’s so reliable that Aziraphale hears a little miracle bling in the sushi restaurant in s1 ep1 and turns to his left—because that’s where Crowley would appear—only to be startled by Gabriel on his right.

Go look at the scene where we find out Gabriel and Beez are a couple. You know the one.

And of course, many people have noted that in the end credits, we’d expect their positions on screen to be switched. They’re on the wrong sides. And it’s such a long shot that I think it has to be intentional.

Some people have speculated that this means they swapped bodies again. I don’t really buy that. Rather I think it is supposed to indicate what becomes extremely clear on a second viewing, that things are Off and Wrong. They are not okay.

And the more you watch them you see that Aziraphale’s excitement during his little adventures is manic and brittle, and that he misses having a place and a purpose and a mission to do good. And Crowley is depressed, unhealthily codependent, even more hypervigilant and cagey and angry than he was before. They both have layers and layers of trauma, and no way to talk about it. They have the time and freedom now to talk about what they want to be to each other, now that they don’t have to hide and encode and maintain plausible deniability. But they have no way to talk about that either, because that’s never been an option before. They don’t know how, and they are both so, so afraid.

And in the fights they have in episode 1 and episode 6, you realize they haven’t resolved anything from season 1. They’re having the same fight they had at the bandstand. Crowley wants to run, keep the two of them safe and damn the rest, and Aziraphale wants to stay and help, believing he can make a difference even in an imperfect system, and neither of them really understands the other’s position. It’s the same damn fight. They haven’t been able to move past this impasse, and it’s the exact thing that breaks them in the end.

And it’s just. Fuck. It’s such a human thing to have happened to them. To make it through the fire (metaphorical and literal) and then have everything go to shit afterward because of unaddressed traumas and insecurities and things left unsaid until they fester.

I know this is not at all how I expected the season to go, and I think it took a little while for me to parse what was going with their relationship, because we are predisposed to want them to be happy and to want things to be easy for them now. But it makes so much sense that this is where they ended up at this point in the story.

I know they’ll make it back to each other. They both love each other too much to give up. They’ll fight their way back together, and I know they’ll figure it out in the end.

But goddamn.

[another-random-paradise]

Can you do twst child fem reader who always accidentally calls the dorm leaders dad and clings onto them since they miss their dad and isn’t taking the whole separation thing well please??

Suddenly a father

I am so so sorry this took so long!! I do hope you enjoy it <3 I do have a character limit, so I just picked the ones I had an idea for!!

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Clingy child!reader calls them dad

Characters: Riddle, Vil, Idia

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: none that I can think of

Riddle

-To say Riddle was concerned when a magicless child suddenly appeared is an understatement, and when Crowley decided to let you live in the Ramshakle dorm, on it's own, aside from Grim, the concern doubled.

-So, he pulled some strings, and now you're staying in heartslabyul! 

-Riddle did act similar to a parental figure. He is rather strict, but certainly not as strict as his mother, and while he does try and teach you all the rules, and the consequences of breaking them, he is much more lenient with you. Ace is jealous

-Chances are, you get a tart for every 15 rules you memorize, or if you've been especially good, you'll get a small tart as a reward!

-Seeing like how much he's acting like a dad, that is what your yet to be fully developed brain perceived him as.

-So, you follow him everywhere, like a lost puppy. It confuses him a bit, but he doesn't stop you, as there isn't a rule forbidding you from doing so! Also, he worries about you whenever you leave his line of sight

-When he hears you call him dad for the first time, he's shocked, to say the least! He is still in college, he has yet to get a stable career, find a suitable partner, buy his own house, hE ISN'T READY TO BE A FATHER!! 

-He is frozen in shocked, leaving you to tuck on his sleeve with a questioning look, till Trey gently suggests that the sudden change must be very hard on you, and that Riddle is the closest thing you currently have to a father 

-It's a realization that hit him hard. Once the Realisation settles in, he doesn't correct you when you do- in fact, he now feels like it's his responsibility to take care of you now. Your parents aren't there, the Headmage isn't trustworthy, and he is the housewarden of the Dorm you're staying in! Plus, it's hard to seperate you from him, without upsetting you, so his fate is sealed anyway-

-Not much changes after, just that he is ever so slightly more caring 

Vil

-He was very shocked to see a child at the entrance ceremony, to say the least. 

-Immediately takes you under his wing, no questions asked. He doesn't know why, but something about you tugged on his heart strings

-you get your own room  at pomefiore, and the students of the Dorm take turns babysitting you- but Vil and rook is the first to volunteer if someone can't take care of you on their assigned day!

-Vil would take care of you everyday, but he's a busy man, he has movies to film, photo shoots to do, a dorm to run, ect... but he does try to be there 

-Has posted you on magicamp, but never your face! He'll only post your face once your old enough to decide and consent! Meanwhile his fans are going crazy, trying to figure out if your his little sibling/cousin or if their favourite star is a teen parent!

-You start to run to, and go with him whenever you can, and if he can't take you with him, you patiently wait till he returns, before practically jumping into his arms 

-He is brushing your hair, getting you ready for bed, when you call him dad. 

-he pauses for a moment, taking by shock, before simply continuing on. He knows he is to young to be a father, not to mention to busy. He knows that you most likely have parents waiting for you at home.. yet he can't bring himself to correct you, while you almost fall asleep as he continues brushing your hair. 

-He supposes that, until a way home for you has been found, he can take on a parently role for you

Idia

-He doesn't even realise you're there until the commotion starts, cause, you know, he isn't physically there. When he does, he doesn't know what to do, so he tries to avoid the situation. 

-But you don't let him, being far to fascinated by the floating Ipad, following him around.

-It gets to a point where Crowley decides that you'll stay at Ignihyde under his watch!.. Idia freezes in shock, he doesn't know how to take care of a child!

-At first you're completely under Ortho's control- Half the dorm can't even take care of themselves, and you expect them to take care of a child? Ortho's the only one there keeping you alive.

-Nonetheless, you keep running to Idia, you don't know why either, something about him just feels like home.

-At first the small, clingy you terrified him, but eventually he gets used to you. He lets you stay in his room when you want to and occasionally shares his snacks with you! 

-After you show an interest in Technology, he teaches you the basics, and lets you watch when he builds something! with proper safety regulations, of course! He is gonna end up turning you into an ipad kid

-It is during one of these lessons that you call him dad. He short-circuts, and Ortho has to catch the tool Idia was holding, before it smashes into the machine- 

-Even after Ortho analyses and explains the situation, he is still in a bit of shock with no idea what to do. He very quietly corrects you, but it's barely audible. Meanwhile Ortho is celebrating having a new family member!

-Every time you call him dad, he freezes up for a moment, before quietly correcting you, only to not be heard :) 

Very fun to write, but I’ll be honest, I’m not around children much, so I don’t really know how they act :,) once again, so sorry you had to wait around a month for this request ^^“

Feedback is welcome, just be nice!!

Hope you have a great day/night <3

[melbatron5000]

It's a 2-man Con

Listen, I think I know a thing.

When Aziraphale comes back from talking to the Metatron and is telling Crowley about being an angel, we've all heard the theory that he's speaking code, trying to ask for help. The more I look at that scene, the more that theory tracks.

Maybe less well-known is the theory that Crowley didn't miss a damn thing, he's answering in his own code. And again, the more I look at that scene, the more this also tracks.

(When my husband, annoyingly observant beloved partner that he is, saw the second season for the first time, he said, "That whole thing was a show for the Metatron. They have a plan. Crowley slipped something to Aziraphale when he kissed him." And I said, "Nah." But now I think he's right, and damn if he isn't smug.)

I'm gonna try to break down what I think they're saying here, because it takes just a hot minute to piece it together. I've been thinking this over for a couple of months now. I think I have most of it. I just don't know when Crowley puts whatever he's handing to Aziraphale in his own mouth. I need more eagle-y eyes, it seems.

First, Aziraphale comes back from his talk. He's pensive as he crosses the road, and anxious when he starts talking, and mouths "I need help!" as he's talking. He's acting like he does when he lies to the other angels, and once it's seen "I need help!" is pretty clear.

He does the whole thing about telling Crowley he could appoint him as an angel, like old times, but even nicer. It's all very uptight and not positive at all. My interpretation? "The Metatron is here, I think he knows we're up to something, we have to go to Heaven right now and put things right before he really does something awful to one or both of us. The time to spring the plan is NOW."

Crowley stares at him. At first it seems like he's staring in disbelief, but if you really look at his face, he's listening, hard, and interpreting as fast as he can:

He asks Aziraphale if he told the Metatron where he could stick it, then. My interpretation? "The plan has changed. I can't go with you to Heaven. You'll have to go alone."

Then Crowley starts his confession -- "We've spent our existence pretending we aren't."

Aziraphale looks at him -- not with shock, or surprise, or love, or hope, but with a "Why are you doing this now?" face. Not "Why did you wait til now to tell me, you love me, oh, I love you too!" But "Why are you telling me SOMETHING I ALREADY KNOW while our ENEMY IS LISTENING??" :

He's confused, but also listening and interpreting. What I'm hearing/seeing: I don't think this is a love confession from our demon. I think they are both well aware they love one another. They can't say it in so many words, and it's a secret from Heaven and Hell, but it's not a secret between them. I'm hearing Crowley set the scene. "The Metatron either wants us together in Heaven under control, or separated. I have things I have to do here or the plan won't work, so we'll have to separate. We need to make it look good. I do love you."

I don't think Aziraphale likes this change of plan. And Crowley can't detail why the plan has changed, not with the Metatron listening. So Aziraphale insists, come with me. The plan we had will work. Do it my way. Crowley says, "You can't leave this book shop." It's easy to interpret that as "You can't leave me," but I don't think it's that. He's saying something about the book shop being safe, or even that he can't leave without whatever they've hidden in the book shop. (I THINK THEY HID SOMETHING IN THE BOOK SHOP!) Aziraphale says, "Nothing lasts forever." I hear him saying the book shop is no longer safe, and they have to move/take whatever they've hidden and they can't speak freely there anymore.

Crowley replies, "No I suppose it doesn't. Good luck." He's gotten that much, but he is still set on his "We need to fake a break up because I can't go with you."

Aziraphale still doesn't like that. "Come back! I need you!" He's scared. Whatever he has to do in Heaven is big, and scary, and he needs and wants Crowley with him. He does not want to go into the mouth of danger alone.

This is when we get, "No nightingales." What I'm hearing? ESPECIALLY since if you listen, you can hear a LARK sing as Crowley goes out the door? It's the line from Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare, whose plays they both enjoy, though Crowley prefers the funny ones. "It's too late, that's a lark singing the dawn, not a nightingale singing to the night, we have to part. Our happy ending isn't yet."

Then the kiss. I do not believe this is their first kiss. I don't believe they've allowed themselves many, maybe not even more than one, but I do think they've kissed before. I'm not sure when, but I suspect 1941. (Season 3, come ON!!)

And when they part, Aziraphale stops himself from saying "I love you," and instead says, "I forgive you." I'm hearing so many things in that "I forgive you." I forgive you for leaving me on my own, I forgive you for hurting my feelings like this, I forgive you for changing the plan without telling me, I forgive you because you are forgivable whatever anyone else says, I forgive you because that's what I said when we split up at the bandstand and everything was okay in the end and I hope hope hope that everything will be okay in the end this time too.

Crowley says, "Don't bother." I'm hearing, "yeah, I hope it's all okay, too. Wish me fuckin luck. My part will be hard, too."

And as Crowley leaves, Aziraphale mouths, "No." And we hear a lark sing. A lark, singing to the dawn, and so fair Romeo must away.

Just because the break up is a ruse, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt and isn't hard. It has to look real, and so it's going to feel real, too. Ouch. :'(

And then Aziraphale touches his lips. Not once, but twice. My bad, he only touches his lips once. The first long second is pure emotion. "Why now, I hate this, I want that so badly and I can't have it."

After that, though --

After he pulls himself together a bit, he has a bulge in his cheek. He shifts his jaw to move whatever he has in his mouth to his lips, and then his first two fingers go stiff for a moment as he palms something right before he takes his hand away.

And then, this.

Edit to add: someone on Facebook asked me why a kiss to pass whatever Crowley gave to Aziraphale, why not palm it or drop it in his pocket?

My answers: 1. The kiss is a message. "We're still good, I still love you, I still want this." 2. The item is too important to be dropped in a pocket and hopefully found later. 3. The Metatron is paying WAY too close attention, and will definitely see them touch hands. Seeing a kiss and the angel rejecting the demon, though? Well, the demon forced that kiss on him, the angel didn't want it. Clearly the demon thinks this relationship is different than it is. It's a bigger gesture that sells the ruse. 4. Houdini's wife used to pass him the keys to his cuffs with a kiss before the show. This is a message that magic-loving Aziraphale WILL understand: here are the keys to your cuffs, sneaked to you by your beloved in plain sight.

That's it. That's what I got so far. I still have questions.

What did Crowley pass to Aziraphale? What's the plan? Why did it change? What does Crowley need to do that he can't go to Heaven again?

[lenaellsi]

on aziraphale's insecurities in S2

i'm pretty sure one of the lines in the end scene where crowley shoots himself in the foot the most is "i think i understand a whole lot better than you do," and i don't even think he realizes how badly aziraphale takes it.

it's just a fact to him: he knows better than aziraphale what heaven is like. it's also a fact to the audience, who knows that the metatron is doing this for bad reasons and that aziraphale is walking into a trap. but it's not a fact to aziraphale. and that's the moment aziraphale goes from panicky and anxious to angry.

aziraphale's self-doubts and anxieties concerning his identity as an angel are shown frequently in s2. we start 2x01 with him deeply insecure in his 'retirement': crowley mentions that aziraphale frequently calls him to "tell him about something clever he did," and aziraphale confirms that he is essentially using these conversations as a stand-in for reporting to heaven. he misses being on The Good Team and doesn't know what to do with himself now that he's not.

so aziraphale doesn't know who he is if he's not an angel, but he also knows that he's a bad angel. he was frequently mocked and condescended to in heaven (by seemingly everyone, not just the archangels; even the quartermaster in s1 called him pathetic). he lied to heaven, he lied to god, he enjoys earthly pleasures, he loves works with a demon, and he doubts the Plan. he never fit in with them. lonely, remember?

and later in the season, we learn that shax, for all that she apparently is not great with sarcasm, is remarkably perceptive when picking up on insecurities. she mocks aziraphale twice, first in the car for his relationship with crowley (which, interestingly, doesn't faze him a bit--remember the eyebrow? he's not at all insecure in his knowledge that crowley loves him. crowley has always been the thing he's most sure of, even very early on--look at how much faith he has in him with job.) the second time she hits much harder: "crowley's emotional support angel," "shall we send in the sushi?" "the softest touch" etc. it hurts him, you can see it.

and there's another tiny moment in 2x05 I don't think I've ever seen anyone talk about, where crowley has just bluffed to the demon horde and is trying to get all the humans together to leave. crowley says, "I won't leave you on your own," and aziraphale says, "I know. But I have a suggestion--" and crowley brushes him off, saying "I got this." aziraphale looks very frustrated by this exchange, which--yeah! fair!

and over and over, we just--we see crowley be right. right about job and god, right about elspeth, right about the magic trick, the nazis, the arrangement, the apocalypse. "you were right, you were right, i was wrong, you were right." crowley's never done the dance before, he says. how many times has aziraphale had to?

and crowley's not just right, he's confident in it! he moves through the world and makes choices that fly in the face of everything aziraphale knows about Good and Evil, and it seems to come so easily to him. he's loud, and he's brave, and he's full of conviction, and aziraphale often feels overshadowed by that surety, because he's so often full of doubt. "you sound jealous, angel," is what crowley says at job's mansion, and i think he's more right than he knows.

all this to say: when crowley says "I think I understand a whole lot better than you do," what aziraphale hears is you idiot and how can somebody as clever as you be so stupid and I was right, I was right, you were wrong, I was right. and he's fucking sick of it.

and so he doubles down, and he gets in the stupid elevator, and he makes the worst mistake of his life, because he's sick of being treated as heaven's lackey or crowley's sidekick. the metatron knew exactly what to say to get him there, and crowley had no idea he was playing directly into it.

[agirlnamedstar]

I feel like Vil would be LIVID if he found out you were friends with Neige, hell he’d be even more pissed if he found out you’ve been friends with him for a while!!!

Let’s say Crowley gave you the week off because god damn do you need a break. And you went walking in the forest for some much needed silence and you time.

And while walking, you bump into someone. And it’s the whole cliche thing where you bump into them and you fall on top of them and your lips are nearly touching andddd-

YEAH!!! You both scramble up and your faces are brightttt red!!

You don’t recognize him, you’ve never seen him before.

But, he knows who you are.

He’s seen you in papers and the news and heard your name all throughout RSA.

You’re the person who has stopped all the overblots and fights and drama.

You’re a hero!!!

He immediately introduces himself, shaking your hand gently. Not before apologizing of course for, ya know, almost KISSING you.

And as soon as you smile, it’s love at first sight.

I hardcore believe that Neige believes in soulmates and love at first sight, and he thinks you’re the one for him.

And that’s where your friendship starts!! You guys keep in contact and hangout on rare occasions you two are free.

And absolutely no one except a couple RSA students know because imagine how much havoc that would cause??

It’s a wonder how he hasn’t posted any of the millions of pictures he’s taken of you (he’ll post them after the VDC).

Anyways the VDC comes up and that’s when you really get close with Vil. And you learn how much he HATESSSS Neige.

So, now you’ve gotta keep your friendship with Neige quiet.

Though that’s pretty hard when he delivers baked goods and flowers to your house every so often.

And when everyone’s wondering who “Prince Charming” is in your phone after Rook peeked over your shoulder one day.

We get to the day of the VDC and you’re backstage trying to calm everyone down and hopefully settle their nerves and BOOM!!

You get tackled to the ground by all the dwarves.

They’re all happy to see you, after all it’s been so long since you’ve hung out with them!!

And then here comes Neige.

Vil is FUMING.

All the dwarves get off you and Neige hugs you tightly, sitting you down immediately and playing with your soft hair.

He tells you how much he missed you and how pretty you look and how excited he is to see your group perform.

And it’s insanely clear to everyone that he’s in love with you, but whateverrrrr!!!

And his flirting continues until he has to go up and perform.

That’s when Vil confronts you and pretty much screams about how you could do so much better and that you never told him you were soooo close with the enemy.

And that’s what causes him to overblot instead of the whole almost poisoning Neige and Rook stopping him thingy.

Because he’s so upset that you are friends with Neige, and you are so close with Neige, and Neige clearly thinks you’re the love of his life.

And everything gets too much and he just, explodes.

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

Twst x Obey me!AFAB!reader

(Reader is Ob's MC)

CW:

•NO APPEARANCE SPECIFIED FOR READER.

•Poly.

•Cursing.

•Reader is referred to as "you" or they/them and even "he/him" because NRC boys refer to any living humanoid in the school as a male by default.

•Crowley.

•It's my first time writing a fanfiction, pls tell me if I should continue writing this.

(Random pic go brr—)

What will happen when a perpetually hungry-for-cuddles and tired-of-this-shit hooman gets kidnapped by a motherfucking horse and decides (kinda? Yeah nope. This wasn't by choice.) to enroll in a school full of problematic kids and their irresponsible af headmage?

Chaos. Pure and utter chaos with a lot of high-end simping in the mix (Along with the slightly unhinged urge to commit arson and burn a bitch to crisp)

So read as [y/n] tries to run away from the school-life while trying to just get back to their goddamn harem family (God saw this thought and decided that giving y/n more harem members is the appropriate course of action), all while juggling the harsh responsibilities of being a guardian, babysitter, therapist, healer, protector, local crush and celebrity for poor Yuu and the entirety of NRC.

("Pls send help" — y/n)

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Disclaimer: You may have been kidnapped to a whole 'nother world and you may be on the verge of a mental breakdown, but you're sure as hell gonna look hot and serve cunt while you go through all your problems.

Prologue: 1

IMPORTANT: Mc will be referred to as they/them in this story, but in these beginning chapters a lot of people will refer to mc as a dude because y'know; NRC is an ALL BOYS school and nrc students came to expect that those in the school are all boys.(this'll change dw)

In order to avoid confusion, every time that the MC is addressed by others as he/him or more; I will color it blue. why blue? I find it easier to read.

Sample; 'He turned to them.'

The "He" in this passage is referring to MC because the character referring to them thinks that they're a guy.

REMINDER: This is Fanfiction! Not everything will be the same as canon because of this thing called the 'butterfly effect'.

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The Dorm Leaders + lilia were just about to call this Opening Ceremony over.

So close to getting out of this hall and finally being able to go on their merry ways to escort the new students back to their respective dorms before the hectic-ness of preparing for hours starts to catch up to them.

Though, things are never quite that easy in NRC.

A commotion with the students quite far from them leaves the majority of them annoyed/disgruntled. (Kalim is just confused and curious)

The headmaster rushes to check what was wrong only for a student to point out that there is an unopened coffin floating in a shadowy part of the hall.

Armed with the desire to get this shit over with and to avoid embarrassment from missing a coffin when he was going around opening them and also, with Yuu waiting near the mirror, the headmaster opens the coffin to wake the new student inside.

The dorm leaders walked closer to be able to quickly usher the new student to the dark mirror only to notice that the headmaster froze up.

"...Headmaster? Are you alright?" Azul "Boutta-do-sumthin-devious" Ashengrotto asked with faux concern.

"Ah– Ah yes! I'm alright Mr. Ashengrotto."

Crowley the bitch cleared his throat and reached inside the coffin to wake the student up.

"Hmm..."

The dorm leaders subconsciously or not, peaked inside the coffin before getting gobsmacked by the sleeping student.

Sure, the student looked quite cute ("New potential apple locked in" — Vil.) even with half of his face obstructed but what really drew their attention were the jewelries that he was wearing.

Three luxurious looking earrings on each of his ears, all unique from each other, all with a respective color and design except for that one earring with two gemstones connected to it, orange and indigo. Seven gems, six earrings

An ornament on his forehead that looks to be a combination of a circlet and a Ferronnière made from gold, with intricate black bat-like wings surrounding the red gemstone in the middle.

And that's just the jewelry on his head.

There's also the sleek black choker with a golden sheen on his neck with a teal gemstone surrounded by small diamonds hanging in the middle.

They don't know if this guy has anymore but the jewels they can see for now is more than enough for them to make the deduction that this student has some alot of money on his hands.

No wonder the Headmaster froze up.

Azul subconsciously starts fixing up his appearance when he starts to wake up, wanting to make a good impression on a potential, rich victim client.

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"Mmh... What the hell.. Why is the bed so hard.."

You mumbled as you stirred, feeling someone lightly shaking you awake.

You opened your eyes, expecting maybe the brothers, solomon, dia, barbs, simeon or luke but you were instead met with a face obscured by a dark bird mask.

"..."

"..."

"You have two seconds to unhand me before you lose your hands." or your life. Depends on who I can summon first.

You made your voice as cold and unwelcoming as possible as the man with the bird mask squawked and backed away a bit in shock.

"H– How rude..! I'll have you know that I was only–"

"Where am I?"

You cut off the weird looking bird-man as you scanned your surroundings and moved to come out of the coffin why were you in a coffin? you were in, in fear of it closing and locking you inside.

You glance warily to the bird-man while keeping an eye on the huge number of robed individuals that you can see. are you in a cult? Damnit, did one of the Brothers' crazy cults decide to kidnap you out of jealousy again??

Especially the seven (reminder that lilia is there with the Housewardens) closest to you and bird-dude.

Some solomon-kinnie motherfucker is currently eyeing you down like he's about to sell your kidneys to the black market or something.. Hmm... Your fight or flight instincts are telling you to sell HIS kidneys instead.

*Ehem*

Burd-dude cleared his throat and addresses you.

"It seems that the teleportation magic has left you disoriented... No matter, I can forgive your offense of trying to threaten me for I am gracious!"

He then looked weirdly like a combination of preening peacock and a proud chicken.

"I repeat. Where in the unholy trinity of the three realms, am I?"

Now that raised a few eyebrows.

You feel for the necklace under your clothes that Thirteen gave you, filing the question of why you're also wearing the same robe as these people away, in your head.

While the guy that you now dub-thee as "bird-bitch" started gawking at you and going on a tangent of being disrespectful, you scan the big hall/room you're in looking for ways to escape.

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Hmm... This new student seems to be a knowledgeable individual.

Lilia kept his gaze on the student, studying how he took on a defensive stance the moment he got out of the coffin.

They need to calm this student quickly before something happens.

The student seems to be confused on why he's here and is looking for a way to get out.

If the way his eyes moved around the room in quick succession is any indicator.

Not the first time that something like this happens but add in the magicless student's appearance, he gets the feeling that something strange will occur once again.

Seeing him take out and grasp the palm-sized gemstone of a whole 'nother necklace hidden under his robe how many trinkets does this boy have??, Lilia got ready to jump in the fray should something happen.

There's a possibility that the student can use that necklace as a weapon if that was what he chose to hold in this situation and not his other shiny ornaments.

Lilia was proven right when the necklace and the gemstone glowed and formed into a fancy-looking staff that the student quickly pointed towards Crowley.

He looked at the dorm leaders around him to see if any of them will do something.

...

yeah no. If anything, they look like they're watching an amusing show. Especially Schoenheit and Kingscholar..

Though it seems more like Riddle is still assessing the situation before he brings out his infamous collar.

Haahh.. Youngsters these days..

Chapter list | → PROLOGUE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Elae: Sorry if my grammar is off, English isn't my first language.

Btw, Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed it😊

Srry if my format is also off, I've only been using tumblr for a few days now...

MOST IMPORTANTLY; Should I continue reading this fanfic? I wanna know if people still read Obey mexTwst stories here...

[boopshoops]

I've... never really ever been to somethin' as fancy as this before. Oh? You want to dance? ...Pfff, sure. Why not?

Set to home screen: Aight, let's get going.

Home Transition 1: You should've seen how excited Neige was to see Vil here too. But the more I hear about Vil... really makes me wish Neige would take the hint. Don't get me wrong, Neige is sweet as candy, I know, but it's obvious Vil needs some space.

Home Transition 2: I feel like if I make one wrong step, people are gonna look at me like I'm crazy or something. I'm not used to all this etiquette. Welp, not like that's anything new anyway. Let's go have some fun.

Home Transition 3: Yuu's been... huh? Haaa, I swear to Sevens, one moment I think she's missing forever and at the next she's doing whatever the fuck she wants. Just get that cat-thing to distract her for a bit, I'll be over soon enough.

Home Transition 4: If I see one more pinch of glitter getting anywhere near my face, it's on sight. Seriously, I'm gonna be finding this shit everywhere for the rest of my life.

Home, after login: The more time I spent trying to get this whole outfit sorted out, the more I felt conflicted about RSA being invited to this party... but now that I'm here, it's not so bad.

Tap Home 1: I kept having to try on all these uncomfortable dresses before we FINALLY landed on something that suited me. Pants are so much more comfortable anyway. "Who's we?" Ah. Yuu and Neige helped me out a bit.

Tap Home 2: ...Pfff, I've watched Chenya sneak up on like, five different people now. It gets funnier every time. What a dork. That short red head looks so mad-

Tap Home 3: I...uh... think I might've saw someone crying when I came in. Should I... tell someone? I feel bad just leaving 'em be.

Tap Home 4: Hey, look, if you think you're struggling with dancing along, you can come stand on my feet. I know how to lead with this kinda thing... I mean, if you wanna. Not that you're doing bad, I- fuck. You know what I mean.

Tap Home 5: ...You've been hiding under my cape for a good while now. I know it's all shiny and big and whatnot. But do you need something? I'm sure there are other places you could go. Oh? Nah. You're not botherin' me. I just thought you might be getting bored.

Groovification: Hahaha! You shoulda seen their faces when I finally started dancing. Let's out-prince these princes....... man that sounded cheesy. Pfff-

Tap Home Groovy: Whew... I think I'm gonna take a break outside for a bit. Maybe explore NRC campus while I have the chance. Crowley always gets on my case when I sneak in here with the cat boy.

Home Transition Groovy: Ya know, I'd be down to do something like this again. Maybe with more casual clothes, but still. I liked seeing all the shocked looks on peoples faces when they see I actually know how to work this kinda look.

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The two walked down the pathway as [Name] seemed to notice how the pathway stone turned into dirt and gravel along with some stones along the path that seemed to start having cracks. dents and part chipped off as the girl glanced to Crowley who was humming happily twirling his staff in his hand before stopping and tapping it against the floor as Crowley beamed towards the girl.

"Here we are" Crowley grinned gesturing a gloved hand towards something on top of a hill as her eyes squinting as she tried to make out the outline of the dorm in the darkness of the night. The dim lanterns seated upon stone columns lining the path did little to show the surroundings.

The sound of creaking was heard causing the girl to tense up for a moment as Crowley paused when he noticed [Name] awkwardly tense up "Well... It has some charm" she said biting her lip as Crowley nodded his head with a smile spreading across his face. "Right, right. I knew you'd agree! Now come on" he said waving a hand for her to follow him once more.

Heading over to a broken and rusted fence. The headmaster placed a gloved hand upon the rusty iron gate before quickly drawing it back a small noise of distaste came from him wiping the small grime on his gloved hand into his pants and using his cane to open the gate.

It let out an ear-splitting metallic screech it's hinges scraping over the other as [Name] winced at the noise "For Ogre's Sake that sounds even worse then duchess swan when she sings.."  Crowley didn't seem too affected by the noise though, probably used to things as loud as that.  Crowley glanced over to [Name] "Duchess Swan..? is she perchance a duchess you know?" "Oh no uhm she's a girl from my school she's the next swan queen in her fairytale" "So you have connections with...Royals?" "You could say that but from where I'm from there are Royals and Rebels. It's a whole thing" Crowley's lips quirked up "Oh? How interesting" his gloved hand reached to tap against his chin before he spoke "A child of seven... and a school filled with Royals and Rebels.." 

Crowley grinned once more as he tapped the bottom of his cane on the ground a few times. Clearing his throat he stepped onto the uneven path that lay beyond "Please, come inside." He suggested, beginning to walk down the path towards the dorm. [Name] stared puzzled at Crowley and his mutterings her hand awkwardly fiddling with the robe she was still wearing lifting it up as her boots hit the pavement following behind Crowley.

Squinting [Name] tried to make out the damage in the darkness before glancing back at Crowley who was in front of the wooden doors opening them with his cane smiling ushering her inside as [Name] peeked through the doors of her new found home where she would have to stay for the next couple of days.

She couldn't help but grimace at the holes in the roofing and chunks missing from the walls, windows boarded up whether there was cracked glass or none at all. One of the stone columns that supported the porch covering had crumbled the walls peeling as She entered first followed by Crowley who was smiling.

"It is a little run down, but I believe it will provide shelter from the wind and rain." Crowley commented, stepping to the side as he continued further into the main room as [Name] glanced at the male as she sighed smiling softly still looking around lifting up her foot when a bug crawled on the floor "It's more than enough, thank you." [Name] gagged at seeing the amounts of cobwebs but she could clean it up easily "Are you sure you don't mind letting me stay in such a... Nice house?" "Not at all." Crowley answered giving the girl with highlights a smile rings glinting slightly.

There were picture frames that' was tilted against the wall. There were holes in the wooden flooring the wallpaper obviously peeling but also shredded. There were big plush seats, but their fabric was all scratched up the stuffing spilling out of holes. The stairs that were suppose to head upstairs was molded and some planks broken cobwebs on the railing.

It was kinda easy to see all the cobwebs that decorated everything and the dust that flew up in the air with every step. "Regarding your soul having been summoned here...since the school owns the mirror of darkness we at the college are partly to blame for the mishap." 

"So, for the time being..." Crowley turned his gaze to the ground "...We will provide these lodgings free of charge..." Crowley's hands twitched as if he was gonna do another dramatic monologue about the money being wasted on her for the next few days.

Crowley glanced back up at the girl hands moving to his hips "I'm going back to do more research and gather things. Make yourself at home." "Thank you..." [Name] smiled before pausing when hearing the sound of rattling her eyes snapping up to the chandelier above the two.  [Name] quickly moved out of the way standing beside Crowley as a loud snap was heard the chandelier crashing down as the metal and glass chandelier hit the floor her eyes widening "The chandelier broke... it's okay don't panic..." a laugh echoed within the walls of the building she was standing in Crowley un-phased as the laughing continued "Heeheee what a shame! It missed" [Name] couldn't help but stare in shock as her robe was tugged on  the girl flinching as she blinked before sighing "Okay let's panic" she muttered at the thought of ghosts. Something soon floated through her body causing her to shiver eyes widening staring down to see a fluffy marshmallow of a body going through her body a plump ghost grinned up to her tipping its top hat as it had a cloak wrapped around it's neck and over it's shoulder. The ghost floating around her "Welcome to our castle" [Name] paused before touching her body "Did you just phase through me?" her e/c eyes widening. "That's what ghosts do" Crowley said un-phased as [Name] deadpanned at him as Crowley smiled "Oh yes I forgot to tell you" "You think?" Crowley waved off her comment "Some mischievous ghosts decided to stay here that is why the place in abandoned" Soon the plump ghost floated above joining two other ghosts the three of them floating in a circle like vultures eyeing it's prey. "It's been awhile since we had visitors" "Make yourselves at home" another ghost said the three of them grinning at the h/c girl with purple highlights who were staring at them. Crowley glanced to the girl trying to pick up on her reaction on the ghosts that soon appeared in front of her face grinning. The large ghost grinned "Oh... It's been awhile since we had new friends" Then ghost on it's right grinned eyes widening leaning closer "OH I know! Wanna try to becoming a ghost?" a laugh came from them their eyes unsettlingly shrinking "The after life's a real blast. There's no death. No suffering" The air was tense around them before a laugh came from the girls lips causing the ghosts eyes to widen "pfft- I'm sorry I'm sorry but this really is such a page turner. I think you'd get along with the other monsters in Ever after high they all try to play into their role as well" The Ghosts blinked at her as if she was some sort of specimen.  She smiled hand leaving from covering her smile as she stared at them "So this place has ghosts too? I'm also going to have to become a ghost, but I hope we can get along as some sort of roommates for my stay?" Silence filled the trio but the ghosts blinked before nodding awkwardly "Uhm sure... No sweat" the three ghosts turned to each other whispering in hushed tones "She's not scared?" "And I thought we were finally gonna have some fun... but you know there's this thing around her" "Yeah I can feel it too.. haven't felt that type of energy in years" the ghosts continued to whisper to one another as Crowley placed a hand onto the girls shoulder.

"As I'd expect from someone with your status ahem.. The other students are far to scared to approach this place"  [name] blinked at him nodding "Well I can start cleaning" she smiled rolling up the sleeves of her robe before pausing when it rolled back down as she sighed planning on taking it off and putting it to the side so she can use her magic properly.

Crowley spoke interrupting her thoughts "I'm not done talking yet" Crowley raised a finger pointing at the girl smiling "I said that I would let you live here free of charge, but that doesn't mean I can't simply let you mooch of me until you get back to your world. Food and clothing will have to come out of your own pocket" [Name] side eyed Crowley "Payment...?" [Name] side eyed Crowley "Uhm sure" she muttered her hand going into her pockets in her skirt taking out a small wallet that had an engraving on it. A raven bird embroided onto it a poisoned apple in it's mouth. 

Crowley's attention took notice of not only the shining gold coin but the wallet and the embroidery "How many gold charms do you need?" the raven masked male quickly snapped his attention to the girl opening his hand out as she placed a gold coin awkwardly so he could see it "Why I've never seen such currency" his fingers playing with the coin checking the sides of it. one side having a crown the other having a golden heart with wings. 

His focus turned to the girl who closed her wallet putting it back inside her pockets staring at Crowley who sighed putting the coin inside a pocket of his vest sighing "I'm afraid I can't accept this as payment. If ONLY there was something else you could offer me." A smile reached Crowley's face "You would be useful to be apart of a maintenance team right-" "I'll teach the history of my world, give examples and I can teach and learn the differences the magic here compared to ever after high in return the best I can" Crowley froze "Huh?" "I cannot do maintenance well enough but I can exchange it with my knowledge of my world for you" Crowley blinked pursing his lips and looked down to the floor thinking as [Name] tensed.

Crowley glanced back over to the girl with a slight golden glare before beaming "Why of course! such a great idea!" he clapped his gloved hands together "If so I would also allow you to use the library to gather information about how to get back to your world! For I am so gracious" [Name] sighed in relief "Though I do want one thing in return first! after that I will take you up on your offer about learning about your world! If it interests me more though I would love you to teach our professors to see if we can be able to try some things with your help... if you also exceed past the year level of a first year my... I'd love to see how helpful it will be." For a moment [Name] could feel a shift in Crowley's voice for a moment. Crowley grinned once more "How kind am I to offer and accept such things from you!" Crowley grinned as [Name] sighed in relief unaware of how his eyes squinted at her the gold in his eyes glinting. "Well then for my quick little favor before we start the official deal I'd like you to help clean up just for a moment, since our school is so vast it would take so long to do I'll just ask to you to clean main street, which extends from the entrance gate to the library for now" [Name] blinked nodding slowly "By the way I still haven't gotten your full name" [Name] blinked before smiling awkwardly at the thought of giving her name and his reaction. If her mother may have existed in this world does that mean do they know who she was? would she have to re-build her status again? was she still feared? [Name] smiled "[Name] Raven Queen..." Crowley nodded his head "Very well then Ms. Queen from tomorrow on you will be known as the exchange student and assistant professor in what was it called? ah yes Ever after high now if you excuse me I'll be off!" He beamed as Crowley  proceeded to start walking away before stopping and speaking over his shoulder "Don't go wandering around the school! Goodbye!" And with that he left the girl in the ramshackle dorm.

[Name] looked around sighing as she took off the robe and placed it on a box a flurry of dust flew up in the corner, only to slowly fall back down. Her hand reached up to her head when feeling something wet hit her forehead her eyebrows knitting with confusion hand coming to wipe the droplet off her forehead. Barley having time to open her mouth to speak a flurry of patters hit the roof along with the open spaces of it the liquid began to trickle onto the area creating a small puddle [Name] quickly going under a small area that was covered by wood as she sighed rolling up her sleeves raising her hands a purple glowing coming out of it. She cleared her throat before speaking ""From crack and chip, and fractured line, A magic touch, to intertwine." her hands twitched as a waft of purple mist wrapped around some planks her eyes glowing a slight bright purple colour "Like threads of silk, so strong and true, The broken pieces bond-" moving her hands as some planks from the floor on the side went to cover the hole on the roof before she flinched at a noise that echoed throughout the room "Hyiii! It's really coming down!" A familiar voice echoed. A small grey figure pushed out the front half of its body from stretching out in to relax his muscles after being curled up in a tight position.

"Being a pillow is much harder than it seems." He mumbled pushing out his backside as he kneaded the torn seating in the plush seat beside the window. [Names] jaw dropped as she stopped casting her spell the purple fading as Grim leaned back doing a strange backwards stretch while his tail stuck out before hopping off the couch seeing the girls face of shock "Gyahaha! You've got this stupid look on your face like a spider being attacked by a water gun!"

"I'll have no trouble sneaking back into school." Grim grinned entirely sure of himself as he began to march past her as [Name] blinked before speaking "Hold on a moment" her hand grabbing the back of Grim's neck the cat freezing his paws were off the ground once more, Grim batted at the girls hand with his front paws "LET ME GOOOO" Grim flailed around "If you think getting thrown out is gonna make me give up on getting in you've got another thing coming!" He states, tail lashing about below him.

[Name[ stared at the cat raising a brow staring at him "Why do you want to get into this school so badly?" She questioned "That's simple!" Grim stated tilting his face up as he looked down his nose at her once more, despite being at a lower level. "I'm a genius who is destined to be a great magician!" her e/c eyes filled with slight sincerity  "I've been waiting for the Ebony Carriage to come pick me up. But...but..." Grim's words trailed off as his ears flattened against his head once more.

"Hmph!" Grim quietly huffed blue eyes becoming lidded as he gave her an unimpressed look almost as if he was disappointed in her "The Dark Mirror just doesn't have an eye for this." He stated gesturing at himself with a paw "So, that's why I came here myself." Grim continued smirking as he crossed his paws over his chest.

A small noise came from the girl Grim not hearing the noise she made "Not letting me in would be a loss for the world. Humans just don't get it." He finished. A sigh came from [Name] "Your really passionate about this" Grim crosses his paws as [Name] sighed before feeling some droplets of water hit her as she paused "oh right" "Nyaa! So Colddd!" Grim complained as he hurriedly shook his body trying to get all the water off his fur. He held his breath for a moment, making the blue flames in his ears flare back to their normal intensity, relighting them with whatever from the small flicker they'd been turned into.

"The roof is leakingggg!" Grim whined looking up at the roof before shaking his head as another droplet fell on his nose "Fgyaaa! It keeps comingggg!" Grim cried hiding in a covered area "My adorable ear flames are gonna go out at this rate!!" He complained.

"Magic should fix this up real quick." Grim whined "Well-" "....Wha, you can't use magic? Pfft! You're useless!" Grim cried out mockingly "Actually I can but you interrupted me with your whining and maybe you should be scolded" she stated picking grim back up once more from the back of his neck hovering him over the water slightly as Grim let out a cry of shock squirming in her hold before hurriedly covering his ears with his paws trying to keep the flames from going out.

"It's colddd! Human stoppp!" He whined desperately trying to keep his ear flames from going out, while also trying to get out of her hold to escape the chilling water. She hummed before placing him back down "You shouldn't judge anybody magic or not" she stated pulling Grim away from the water as the monster wiggled around before being placed down back on the floor "Now will, you let me patch some things up? You have to help too" Grim was about to fuss  before flinching at the slight glare shot his way that cat grumbling "you better ave a can of tuna ready" a small laugh came from [Name] "Fine" She looked back to the broken part of the roof as she raised her hands once more as Grim went to scramble and find some cleaning supplies.

[Name] once more raised her hands staring at the broken parts of the roof her hands twitching as a large purple mist wrapped around her fingers glowing slightly "From crack and chip, and fractured line,A magic touch, to intertwine. Like threads of silk, so strong and true, The broken pieces, bond anew!" Agust of purple once more wrapped around the planks that soon curled around the roof the large hole now fixed instead of planks that were covering it. It was changed into bricks that helped block the hole of the roof. A sigh came from [name] her hand twitching for a moment as she reached into her pocket taking out her phone tapping on it's blank screen to see it glowing as her thumb glided through to see if she got any notifications yet was met by nothing the glowing screen reached her face as she sighed shutting it off once more a silence wafted around her in the hallways for a moment eyes focusing on the blank screen of the phone before her attention drifted of to the hallway hearing Grim complaining as a small chuckle came from [Name] as she started to head over to where Grim was unaware of a covered mirror in a room upstairs shining for a moment a woman's figure standing.

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Features!!Physical AppearancesS/C: Skin ColourH/C: Hair ColourH/L: Hair LengthE/C: Eye Colour

Other!!Other things that could be mentioned in chapter

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Phrases/Sayings/Refrences/QuotesEver after High dictionary/Rooms/ etc. from the show/or game!!

For Ogres sake: A phrase that just means for Goodness/Pete's Sake Page turner: A phrase that also means mind blowing or shocking! a common phrase used in E.A.H along with being used in other ways of something being interesting Duchess Swan: Duchess Swan the next Swan Queen, and a student at Ever After High. In the destiny conflict, Duchess is on the Royal side, even though she doesn’t get a Happily Ever After. Because of her destiny.  Ever after high: Fairytales have existed for thousands of years, inspiring imaginations around the world. Certain stories were so spellbinding, they were passed down to new generations. But there was nowhere to teach the teenage sons and daughters of famous fairytales to follow in their parents' fabled footsteps. That is until 1812, when the Grimm brothers opened the doors to Ever After High – a high school where the next generation of fairytales learned to live their legacy. Class schedules specific for each fairytale were handed out – from Princessology for royal legacies to General Villainy for villain legacies. Headmaster Milton Grimm, who currently runs Ever After High, believes the future of fairytales relies on all students fully embracing their prewritten destiny today to become a legend of tomorrow. Royals: The Royals of Ever After High are the future fairytale characters who stand for adherence to tradition and piety to destiny. Not too surprisingly, most of them have a pleasant future laid out for them. Nearly all of them are royalty and most have a Happily Ever After ahead. The Royals oppose the Rebels, who seek to break open the system and inject choice, regardless of the consequences this may have for those who do want their destiny and are dependent on others adhering to theirs to get it. Some of the Royals hold a grudge against the Rebels, after they didn't willingly sign during Legacy Day.On the other hand; some Royals feel like disowning their destinies, facing huge and serious debts, problems, issues with their stories like Briar Beauty and Ashlynn Ella. Rebels: The Rebels of Ever After High are the future fairytale characters who believe the people of their world should be free to choose their own paths in life. The Rebel crowd consists of both people with a future that doesn't fit their identity, people who don't agree with role predetermination, and clearly people who have destinies that would make them criminals and get some of them such as Ramona killed if they went through with it. The Rebels oppose the Royals, who want their destinies to take their courses undisturbed, regardless of the cost others have to pay for it.

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[ineffable-suffering]

The Jane Austen Ball and why it was never about Nina and Maggie

Otherwise known as (*takes a deep breath*): A completely inflated close-up look at various dialogues and events of Season 2 that prove that the Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeeper's Association Meeting Cotillion Ball was supposed to be Aziraphale's confession to Crowley

Look, the point's been made before but that's never kept me from making it myself again, still. In fact, even I made it before, at the end of one of my other metas. But I feel like it's absolutely worthy enough to get its own soppy, way-too-long post. And I do love it so very much to write ridiculously long essays on something that could easily be condensed into a short paragraph.

So, here we go! Snuggle up, get cozy, settle in and, most importantly:

(Word count: 3.177 | Reading time: ~13 minutes)

As I already said above, I laid out a similar case in my meta about why Aziraphale is somewhat of an unreliable narrator. I'll try and recycle it here briefly, so I can further make my point.

When Aziraphale arrives back in London from his Edinburgh journey, he seems oddly happy and giddy for the fact that he just had a rather odd and threatening encounter with Shax. I explain in my other meta that this is because he just spent the last hours of his drive reminiscing on the thrilling and romantic magic show adventure of 1941 and also the fact that he just found out that Crowley has been replaced by Shax and no longer works for Hell.

Ergo: We have a hopelessly lovesick Principality at our hands, who's practically swooning over his serpent who saved him, his books and his magic show all those years ago.

Ergo:

✨This✨

Realistically, Aziraphale should probably be a tad worried about the eery encounter with Shax, in which she definitely had the upper hand on him. But well, if you spend many-a hours driving across the serene countryside (Edinburgh is about an 8-hour drive from London), pondering on one of the craziest, sticky-sweet romantic adventures of your not-life life, well ... things tend to turn a little rosy around the edges. Head in the clouds and all that. Light shades of grey!

Alright, onwards: Once the angel, filled to the very brim with fond memories and butterflies, gets out of the Bentley, he's kindly met with a face full of verdant plants and a very in-character-grumpy Crowley.

Fhwack! Way to burst the rosy bubble.

Seriously, the absolute lightning speed with which Crowley storms out to vacate the bookshop the very second Aziraphale arrives makes me giggle every time.

Let's make a first small (who am I kidding) diversion into analysing the following conversation in unnecessary detail ...

... simply because I enjoy quoting dialogue as an accurate reference in my metas. I'll also highlight certain passages I want to comment on in individual colours so I can back up my thoughts with them below. Alright, their little chinwag goes as follows:

Crowley: "They you are! I was worried something might have happened to you." Aziraphale: "No, nothing happened to me. Very uneventful journey indeed. No strange things at all." Crowley: "Good. That's what we wanna hear." Aziraphale: "Um .. everything okay with- ah.." *nods to the bookshop* Crowley: "Oh, yeah, fine. He's singing to himself. I think he must have been asleep. I heard snoring coming from his bedroom–" Crowley, to the Bentley: "Did you miss me? I bet you did." Aziraphale: "... I'm sure it did." Crowley: "So, any more clues from the mystery of the missing archangel?" Aziraphale: "Not exactly. Or, if there are, I haven't yet cracked the case. But I'm certainly hot on the trail of something." Crowley: "I'm sure you are. Oh, by the way, the whole sudden rain and awning thing was a complete washout." Aziraphale: "Sorry?" Crowley: "You know, project making Nina fall in love with Maggie. I failed, it's your go." Aziraphale: "I see. Well then, Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeeper's Association Monthly Meeting, here we come!" Crowley: "You're really hosting the meeting?" Aziraphale: "Absolutely! And I can guarantee you, it will be a night to remember."

At first glance, this has little to do with the plot of this meta but actually, it folds into my point very nicely! However, it's not time for that yet, so we'll just state the facts as they are for now and then bring them back 'round later when we need them. That being said: For the love of Someone, will these two ever manage to simply tell each other the truth of what happened instead of thinking they can protect each other by lying about it all the time? Hrmpf. As a big fan of open communication myself, I'm close to developing a stomach ulcer with the amount of false truths being spewed here. (Then again – and yes, that is another, way larger meta I'm currently cooking up – it plays so very perfectly into the whole Jane-Austen-Pride-and-Prejudice tragic miscommunication theme that this entire Season has, so I understand the point of it.)

Very uneventful journey indeed, Aziraphale, except for the fact that you were ambushed by a demon who told you she was Crowley's successor, knows about the rumors of the two of you being an item as well as what went down in 1941 (that almost had both of you exposed) and also seems to have figured out where you and your demon boyfriend are hiding Gabriel, all in the span of about a minute. No strange things at all, nooo!

And Crowley's "Oh yeah, fine" is a total lie too. Again, we see him make an absolute run for it before Aziraphale can even enter the bookshop. After all, he just once again witnessed Jim have a Gabriel-flashback, speaking of the Second Coming, while Crowley was alone with him. As fumingly angry he is with the amnesiac archangel – he's also absolutely terrified of what might happen (to him and Aziraphale) should Jim regain his memories. So, no wonder he's quick to vacate the premises after witnessing Jim's rather eery memory flashback (and was, just like Aziraphale, threatened by Shax mere moments later, lol).

But no, nothing out of the ordinary happened to either of them. Tip-top. Absolutely tickety-fucking-boo.

Alright, let's get back on track with the actual topic of this meta. Certainly hot on the trail of something, hm? At first glance, it might seem like Aziraphale is talking about the fact that Gabriel was in company of someone whenever he went to the Resurrectionist Pub. (The clue!) However, I don't actually think he is talking about that. Why? Because, and this slipped my mind too at first, he never actually follows any of this information up, does he? Yes, sure, he went to Edinburgh, found the capital-c Clue and then returned to London. But what does he do with it? Nothing. He doesn't keep investigating this hot trail because that's not the important thing he realized during his journey. No, the more important clue Aziraphale found during his trip, is that Crowley no longer works for Hell and that he is also very much irrevocably in love with him and must confess this at the earliest given chance. (The latter part isn't necessarily a new discovery for Aziraphale, but it surely is fuelled by the fact that he just realized Crowley's out of a Hellish job and simply hasn't told him yet.)

This exchange just the perfect indicator for the fact that Aziraphale, at no point during his drive back, was thinking about the Maggie and Nina mission. He has no idea what Crowley is talking about once he mentions it and seems surprised, even, that he would. Even though they just talked about it on the phone when Aziraphale was still at the graveyard. Which is another important piece of evidence because it means that the last status update Aziraphale got of Mission Lovebirds, was that Crowley had sensed an opportunity to make them fall in love – and had then hung up on him. Why is this important? Because it means that until that very point of their conversation, Aziraphale did not know that Crowley's attempt had failed! There would have been just as much of a chance of Crowley's weather miracle actually working out and Maggie and Nina already having skipped into the sunset happily ever after.

So, riddle me this:

Why would Aziraphale spend the entire ride back from Edinburgh plotting "a night to remember" (because clearly, he already had the entire Ball planned out down to a T in his head since he goes into action right away after arriving) if he didn't even know yet that Crowley's attempt had failed?

To be very clear here: We're not talking about Aziraphale driving on the M1 to London, having a silly little idea for putting on some good music, miracle-ing Nina and Maggie to dance to it and watch them confess their love–

No.

He planned an entire actual Cotillion Ball with very particular location design that involves re-arranging the entire bookshop, specifically designed individual outfits for (almost) every single attendee, topped off with a live band, hors-d'œuvre, drinks and an actual choreographed group dance.

During one car ride.

Where's the party planner Aziraphale AU? I'm waiting!

Now, sure, we know that it's still quite important for Aziraphale to convince Heaven of the faux-reason they gave for their accidental ✨25-Lazarii miracle✨. But if we're all honest, this all seems to be a tad much just to make two random humans fall in love, even for that.

Glittery ball gowns and suits? Red and gold wall curtains? A modified language filter? Bloody vol-au-vents?

Talk about over the top ...

Once we start S2E5, Crowley is still surprised at the mere fact that Aziraphale is actually planning to organize the Monthly Meeting – and he doesn't even know yet that it's gonna be the most extravagant ball-boogaloo that the Whickber Street Community has ever seen! Aziraphale wanting to organize the meeting alone, is enough to render Crowley incredulous, because Aziraphale never mingles with the other shopkeepers. He usually actively avoids them and any sort of social encounters as much as he can because he doesn't care about the bloody Christmas lights, alright?

These things seem mundane and uninteresting to him, obviously, since all he really cares about is hoarding his book collection in peace like the little hedonist he is and drawing as little attention as possible to his none-business business.

Oh, right, speaking of books:

Let's take another unnecessarily detailed look at the whole Whickber Street invitation scene:

Aziraphale realizes very quickly that he's not the only one who's quite unenthusiastic about the blessed Chritsmas lights. And despite his very persuasive methods of temptation ...

... he has to take some more drastic measurements. And those are?

That's right: Giving away his books.

I'll repeat it again, slowly: Aziraphale is willingly (!) giving away or lending his books to pretty much complete strangers to, allegedly, make two other humans strangers fall in love.

Seriously, who is that angel and what has he done with our prim, fussy, hedonistic Aziraphale that protects his books with the vice grip of an eagle carrying his precious prey?

Believe in the importance of Mission Lovebirds as much as you will, but we're talking about Mr. A.Z. Fell here who, over the past millennia, has pretty much spent every day actively working out methods to stop people from purchasing as much as a single paperback from his holy shelves.

And yet: the 1965 September Dr. Who Annual? Given away. The first edition of Expert at the Card Table that was S. W. Erdnase's personal copy? Lent away to grubby human hands to fondle around with.

Let's do another coloured dialogue diversion (don't worry, it's not as extensive as the last one):

Crowley: "You just did what I think you did?" Aziraphale: "I'm not prepared to talk about it." Crowley: "You gave away a book." Aziraphale: "I had to! Maggie and Nina are depending on me. They just don't know it yet."

Crowley backs up my point: This is a huge deal. Aziraphale does not sell his books – let alone give them away for free. We're all shocked! Flabbergasted!

And the explanation Crowley and us get just ... doesn't satisfy. Something and someone sure is depending on this Ball and doesn't know it yet. But it's most definitely not Maggie and Nina, folks.

You know for whom Aziraphale would give away his books in the blink of an eye, though?

Mhm, that's right.

This pretty old serpent.

I want to take a minute to show you the reaction again that Aziraphale has upon entering the very same magic shop him and Crowley went to in 1941 to acquire the Bullet Catch:

You ... you need a minute there, angel? You're sure looking a little ... affected.

And I mean, well, no wonder. He reminisced about that very memory four hours last night. To him, this shop is where the most turbulent, ecstatic, adrenaline-fuelled and romantic night of his life began. And it shows.

I've made my point in my other meta series about how Aziraphale is an incredibly nostalgic character. He romanticizes so many things in his memories – especially the parts that feature Crowley. So, it doesn't surprise me in the slightest that he's once again willing to loosen the tight grip he has on his book collection to get the successor of Will Goldstone's Magic Shop, the shop that started it all for him, to come to his fancy Ball.

As we watch Aziraphale and his little lap dog demon pat around Soho, I'd like to take another second to point out that he goes to seven or more establishments before he even invites Nina.

... and he only does so because she starts talking to them on the street. Almost like he'd forgotten about it. Why not ask her at the very beginning? To establish whether or not he'd have to book-blackmail her too?

"Perfectly ordinary invitation with no hidden agenda of any kind", except that he's using you and Maggie as a pretence to resolve his own clusterfuck of a relationship-miscommunication Jane-Austen-style so that he can then hopefully confess his undying love to his demon not-boyfriend boyfriend.

Marvellous!

You'll forgive me another short diversion but my God, the whole exchange at the Marguerite's restaurant with Crowley literally cat-call-whistling Aziraphale over to him (and Aziraphale checking if he meant someone else first, I–)? I am weak. So, so weak and

However, this is also when we get a snippet of Crowley finally revealing the truth in place of his "Oh, he's fine"-lie earlier and telling Aziraphale that he's actually pretty scared Jim might turn back into Gabriel and smite him altogether. And Aziraphale's response is, in a cosmic sense, (remember the pink paragraph now) so hilarious:

"Have you thought of just talking to him?"

Yeah, have you? Have any of the two of you? Just thought about talking? To each other? About anything?

'pparently not. But hey, it's all good because remember what the ultimate remedy for star-crossed lovers simply misunderstanding each other is?

Bish, bash, bosh, problem solved!

Back at the ballroom bookshop, Aziraphale sends Crowley to invite Maggie in order to, in my opinion, not spoil the Ball-y surprise for him. (Inviting Maggie only now?! Wouldn't she be one of the only two guests who really should attend? Why the short notice? If she's really that important for the Ball you're planning, hm?)

On top of this, we see Nina almost not attending the Ball meeting after her partner broke up with her and Crowley being the one who coincidentally runs into her and ushers her into the bookshop before Shax and her "legion" of demons start creeping up on them. Again, if this hadn't happened by pure coincidence, Nina would have left to go home and this whole Ball would have taken place without her, rendering the apparent sole purpose of making her fall in love with Maggie useless.

Why doesn't Aziraphale care more for both of them to attend and be there? Why is he instead busy fussing over everything looking perfect and wonderful and doesn't even seem to notice that both Nina and Maggie are really late to the meeting?

Well. Well.

The answer's in the title, babes.

Alas, Crowley safely gets Maggie and Nina to join them, Mr. Brown is the only one who doesn't get a miracled outfit (fussy, petty angel, you just don't like him, do you?), Jimbriel stuns with glamour and flirt (and whatever sexually suggestive thing he does with his cheeks) and the Whickber Street Ball is a-go!

Sorry, I just had to chuck this in again because Crowley's face here absolutely kills me every time. He looks so confused, I am hollering.

And the heart eyes Aziraphale is making at Nina and Maggie now that they're actually here?

Oh, bless it, angel.

He's all like "Oh look, it's working! Jane was right! It's all going to be resolved, all the misunderstanding and quarrels! Crowley, where's Crowley–"

Ah yes, there he is.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is an angel who is not listening to a single word being said right now. No, in his head, Aziraphale is already down on one knee, pouring his heart out to Crowley after they just danced the night away.

Oh, yes, right. The dancing.

Parallel much?

But well, as marvellous and beautifully romantic as her stories tend to be, it turns out that Jane Austen isn't always right after all. Because before we know it, the perfect night shatters into many-a tiny pieces (literally).

And once again, fhwack:

... the rosy bubble bursts.

Let's take one more deep breath so I can make my final point:

In S2E2, Aziraphale explains to us very exactly what Jane's Balls (hrhr) used to be about: Solving miscommunication and confessing love to one another.

During his car journey back from Edinburgh, Aziraphale:

doesn't know Crowley's Mission Lovebirds had failed

remembers 1941 and just how badly he's in love with Crowley

and also realizes that they seem to have been wildly miscommunicating for quite some time now. (Crowley didn't even tell him he basically got let go!)

So, what does maddeningly strong love plus a want to resolve all the miscommunication equal? That's right: A night to remember! A Ball to change it all! A dance, a vol-au-vent, a confession. And, ideally, a happy ever after. Because:

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man angel in possession of a good fortune Jane Austen collection, must be in want of a wife demon husband.”

The Ball was never for Nina and Maggie. As a byproduct, maybe, yes. But the whole rest of the glimmer and glamour, the careful, romantic planning and set up of it all, the book-bating the other shopkeepers– that was for Crowley and Crowley only.

And oh, if only it were as easy as in the books.

*whispers* I'm sorry, I had to.

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Your honour, the tinfoil-hat crackpot defence rests. Feel free to share thoughts (and prayers) if you want to!

Au revoir! 💗

[twst-drabbles]

Grim 6

Summary: You finally caught the little creature that's been lurking around your house. He did not come calmly, that's for sure. But, all it took was a can of tuna for things to quickly turn around.

(More kitten grim but in the house pet au, because it's pretty suiting.)

When you initially spotted this little cat-like creature, you didn't really do anything about him. You saw him, he saw you, and you just left him alone because you had assumed this cat-beast was part of some kind of bigger colony. Or perhaps a traveling one. Either way, you weren't under the impression he was some kind of domestic magical creature that you can just randomly take in.

But, of course, that was back when this blue fire creature was on the fat and plump side. But then you spotted him one day, laying down at the foot of a charred tree, fur missing in places and the bones of his spine barely poking through the skin. The fire that always billowed out of his ears? It was barely stronger than a candle's light. You don't know what happened, all you can assume was that he probably lost his food source.

So, you quickly grabbed him by the scruff and he woke up with very high-pitch, very distressing yowl. His mouth opened wide, swiping his claws about to try and both scratch and bite you. Horrible decision on your part, but you didn't have any traps, and you don't know anyone that could come quickly enough before he woke up and moved again.

Luckily, just by the feel of his skin, he didn't need to be rushed to any emergency vets.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," you walked as quickly as you could, thankful that your house was nearby, "It'll be fine, I promise."

You rushed through the gate, ignored the stunned looks of Ace and Deuce, and went to the room you had dubbed "the quarantine room."

You planted the cat's fighting self on the floor, and immediately dashed under the wardrobe. All you could see now was a pair of glowing, glaring blue eyes, ears pressed so tightly against his head it hide his flames.

"You can't even spew flames at me, huh?" Not a single lick of it. "Hold on a moment."

You carefully exited the room and swiped a can of tuna from the kitchen. After speaking with Crowley in the backyard and getting a small bottle of blot, you went back to the room. This creature has not moved, still warily watching you for anymore acts of betrayal.

Then, you pried open the can. The minute the metal tab cracked the lid, the cat's pupils went wide, and his little nose poked right out from beneath the wardrobe.

"Time to blow your little mind," and you uncorked the bottle of blot and poured it over the tuna can. Smelled horrible, like burnt fish oil. The cat rushed out, but stopped awkwardly in the middle of the floor when he probably realized what he was doing. Claws dug into the floor, head stupidly big on his tiny body as his fur stood on end as if you were the one that forced his legs. "You ain't the smartest huh? Here."

You put the can down and slid it to him with a light kick. Before the can could fully stop before the puffed up cat, he pounced onto the can and buried his face in it. His too-big ears moved and twitched with every ravenous bite, whole body trembling as you heard that classic, angry myan myan myan noises as he ate.

You crouched down just to watch. Briefly, the kitten looked up, face smeared in bits of tuna and inky blot, hugged the can closer and went back to eating.

Well, you guess it's about time you had another addition to the house.

"Not even gonna share huh? How rude." You got back up and dusted off your clothes. "You're staying here for now, at least until you get too big for this house. Let me go get you some water."

But, you'll have to be a little careful, you can see two little shadows right under the door, probably trying to peek in. You can see a little glimpses of little tulips and lilies. Certainly wouldn't want to agitate this blot eating cat more than you already have.

[aziraphales-library]

hi there! your blog is my first stop for fic recs, which at this time is a frequent endeavor. thank you all for what you do! i'm looking for recs where aziraphale and/or crowley are dealing with religious trauma or internalized queerphobia within the context of their budding relationship (or in general, if that's too specific). thanks again ♥

Hello! We have #religious themes and #religious guilt tags that have a lot of fics like this, so do check those out. Here are more to add...

A Bit of Lipstick by Finland (M)

Aziraphale has lived his whole life avoiding activities his old church would have deemed "sinful", but as he gets older, he realizes he wants to discover new things and eliminate the shackles left by his upbringing. Visiting a gay bar for the first time, he meets this drag queen who doesn't seem like the others. Crowley, a drag artist in his free time, returns a favor to an old friend whose gay bar is missing a Queen for the upcoming show and notices this funny guy who can't seem to keep his eyes off of him.

I Attempt from Love's Sickness to Fly (in Vain) by wyrmy (E)

“Goodness me,” said Aziraphale breathlessly, “this isn’t what one is supposed to do in a practice room.” Crowley, a vocal student at University, is assigned to collaborate with a student accompanist, Aziraphale, who has some very strange and dark secrets.

What is forgiveness but the silence after a scream? by Moonstone_Lingo (M)

After being forced to return to the town he once ran away from decades ago when he hears of his mother's death, Aziraphale is confronted with a past he wants to forget, but one that is hauntingly insistent on being relived. When a chance encounter with a stranger reveals that Crowley is not far away at all, Aziraphale must consider which he cares about more: his belief in God or his love for Crowley, and not wanting to choose, he quickly discovers he cannot have both. Unsure whether it is already too late, Aziraphale learns that he has to fight for what he wants before it slips out of his grasp. or "God loves you, Crowley." "not enough to stop hurting me." "I love you, Crowley." "not enough to save me."

Against All Odds by GroovyNightStrawberry (E)

How can you just walk away from me? When all I can do is watch you leave 'Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears You're the only one who really knew me at all Az is eleven, and his world is falling apart. His best friend is walking away from him, and Az can't find a way to make him stay. Thirty-five years later, there's a familiar face at Aziraphale's new job, and it threatens to break his heart all over again. Can they do it better this time?

Heaven's Calling by sixbynine (E)

Aziraphale Whitegate is a cellist, the pride and joy of the wealthy and well known, God-fearing, Whitegate family. He is front and centre of their church community, representing everything the family stands for. Talent, dedication, class, subservience and above all else the image of perfection Gabriel has carefully crafted for them. Crowley hates him the second he meets him. From the tip of his polished shoes to his perfectly buttoned shirt Aziraphale represents the worst of society as far as the guitarist is concerned. Now he’s expected to play alongside him and make nice, even though Aziraphale isn’t exactly making it easy. But people’s lives are a lot more complicated under the surface.

- Mod D

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Tea & Thunderstorms (Crowley, SPN)

Summary: Crowley loves being domestic when it comes to you.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, tbh.

WC: 347

A/N: it's not often i have the urge to write for Crowley, but i've decided to write more fluffy things for him because i honestly miss seeing him on my screen. Happy Easter!

Read on ao3!

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It was the kind of rainy evening that made the whole world feel like it was holding its breath.

You sat curled up on the massive, overstuffed velvet couch in Crowley’s sprawling lair—somewhere between opulence and overkill. A crackling fire lit the room in gold, casting flickering shadows across the ancient bookshelves and glinting off the crown-shaped tea infuser bobbing in your mug.

“Careful, darling,” came his smooth, unmistakable voice from behind you, laced with fond amusement. “That’s not ordinary chamomile. I may have added a little something… extra.”

You tilted your head back to see him standing there, no tie, sleeves rolled up, looking about as far from the King of Hell as anyone could. He was holding another mug—yours, actually—and he offered it with both hands.

You raised an eyebrow. “You made me tea?”

“I can be domestic,” he said with mock offense, then added with a grin, “Besides, you looked like you needed it.”

You took the mug and let your fingers brush his just a little longer than necessary. “Thanks, Crowley.”

He watched you for a second, and something in his face softened. The devilish edge melted—not gone, never gone—but quieter in this moment. He joined you on the couch, slinging his arm across the back of it until it inevitably draped around your shoulders.

Rain tapped against the windows like a lullaby, the thunder distant, muffled.

“You know,” you said, voice low as you leaned into him, “you’re not nearly as scary when you’re like this.”

Crowley smirked, brushing his fingers over your arm. “Don’t let it get around. I have a reputation to uphold.”

You set your tea down and turned toward him, your knees tucked up under you now. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

His eyes met yours, and for a beat, the world outside didn’t exist. Just the fire, the rain, and the warmth of his gaze.

“Of course it is,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “After all… I’d burn down Hell itself before I let anything touch you.”

And for once, you believed he might actually mean it.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Return to Wonderland AU

Things the NRC boys don't talk about is their lost sibling that went missing when they were younger. They remember them as much as they could as they only have childhood memories to go off of. The opening ceremony is pure chaos as Azul and Riddle try to wrangle Grim, only for someone to snatch him up and pull off their ceremonial hood.

(Tumblr said "I'm posting your unfinished post" and now I'm reposting it in full. That's for spoiling it, tumblr)

Riddle: Sibling

He could hardly believe it. There, right there, standing there in the living flesh and blood, is his sibling. Yuu has white hair and is taller than him, their eyes the same color as Riddle's own.

"Well, don't you enjoy just causing problems?" Yuu sighs with a shake of their head.

"Hey, this wouldn't have happened if you just gave me the robes!" Grim yowls as he flails about.

"They're too big for you, so it wouldn't have mattered."

Riddle's fighting desperately not to rush over and hug his sibling. He's missed them so much, having only the photos of them to go off of how he'd imagine them looking when they were older. But, he fights that feeling, he has to remain proper and in control. Show off how to be a proper dorm leader, but he can feel his resolve quickly starting to crack. It breaks fully when Yuu turns their eyes to look at him.

"Hey, Riddle, I'm home."

Riddle ignores everything and rushes to hug them with all of his might. He doesn't care if he's crying or if it's audible. He finally has them back. The Red Queen and White Queen are reunited.

Trey: Sibling

Trey sees the amount of destruction one feline familiar can cause and he sighs. He watches Riddle and Azul try to wrangle the cat before the hoodie figure, who roughly caused this whole thing to happen, grabs him.

"Settle down and take a breather. Smell the Roses."

Trey straightens up as he hears the spell, his eyes widening as the feline goes limp in their grasp.

"There we go..." They cradle him like one would a baby.

Trey moves away from Cater and places a hand on the figure's shoulder. The figure turns to face him, a lone golden eye peeks past a mop of green hair.

"Yuu?" He shakingly asks.

A smile graces Yuu's lips as they gently hug him. "Trey."

Trey wraps his arms around them and inhales sharply. His sibling is back.

Cater: Sibling

Cater's enjoying the mayhem and he almost wishes he had a bowl of popcorn on hand. He's trying hard not to laugh at Riddle and Azul running back and forth to catch the gray furball. A hoodie figure trips Grim and picks him up before he eats shit.

"You ain't even cute enough to forgive."

Cater chokes on his spit as he hears the voice. The figure takes off their hood and shakes out their long curled ginger hair. There's a bandana covering the left side of their face and snake bite piercings on their lips. They also have a pair of red diamond earrings.

Cater breaks away faster than the speed of sound and tackles the figure. "Yu-Yu!"

"Cay-Cay!"

Cater hugs Yuu tight to him, surprising everyone by the reaction they just witnessed. He squeezes their cheeks and shakes them.

"I can't believe you just left me like that! Worse sib ever, fr!"

"Bro, I was, like, kidnapped!"

"You have to join me in Heartslabyul, Sibby."

"I don't think I got a choice."

The two continue chatting, completely ignoring the attempts Crowley made to interrupt. The Diamond siblings are here~.

Ace: Sibling (Fraternal Twin)

Ace wasn't at the mess that was the opening ceremony and appeared later at Heartslabyul with only talks of what happened. As curious as he was, he didn't want anyone knowing he had skipped it, and headed to bed before anything else could happen. He sees Deuce talking to someone with a gray familiar besides them. Before he even has a chance to tease the newcomer about their lack of knowledge, the person turns towards them. Ace froze as he stared at his fraternal twin, bright scarlet eyes looked at him as they moved their strawberry blond hair over their shoulder.

"Uh-"

"Hey, hey, Acey." Yuu waved lackadaisical at him. "You go here too?"

He hadn't seen Yuu in years, not since they mysteriously disappeared one day when they were kids. He wanted to play off the reaction, but... he missed them, dearly missed them. Thankfully, Yuu moves first and hugs him.

"I'm home~"

Ace sniffs and buries his face in their shoulder. "I missed you..."

Deuce: Sibling

Deuce can hardly keep up with what was happening in the room. Seeing all that happened within the span of only a few minutes and the large mess it left behind, that had to have been a new record for the worse opening ceremony that Deuce had attended. Eventually, they managed to grab the feline and hand him off to the figure, who scrambled to grab him as their hood fell off.

"Aren't you going to apologize for the mess your familiar caused?" His dorm leader asked as he crossed his arms.

"I ain't his fucking keeper." The person growled. "Why should I have to apologize for him?"

Deuce peeked through the crowd as he heard the voice, spotting someone with a undercut and their long blue hair parted and draped against the left side of their face.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" His face grew red. "After all we did to catch him."

"Back off, pipsqueak! Don't you have a playground to police?"

"Yuu?" Deuce moved through the crowd. "Is that you?"

Yuu whipped around to face him, the angry scowl on their face fell away as they smiled. "Deuce!"

They tossed Grim to Riddle and wrapped their brother in a hug. "I'm back!"

Deuce hugged back, completely forgetting about the ticking time bomb in the room. "You're home!"

He remembers how distraught his mother was at Yuu's disappearance, now he had good news to give her-

"FRESHMEN, WHO IS THIS!?"

-if he could survive long enough to tell her.