#must have fem!ineffable husbands!!!!!

[martianbugsbunny]

feral about this

I am very normal about David Tennant and Michael Sheen in dresses...

[strangesthirdeye]

Grumpy Star (Ineffable hubbys x toddler fem! Reader)

Summary: Little Star is not feeling well, what can the two celestial dads do for little Star to return to normal?.

Warning: Ineffable hubbys is everything. No episode 6 allow, sick reader, chicken porridge, cuddle, fluff, love, Aziraphale can cook better than Crowley, sweet, Aziraphale is Papa, Crowley is Daddy, miracle there, miracle here,

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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"Rise and shine, my star. wake up, Papa make your favorite breakfast" Aziraphale chimed as he opened the curtains of your room, letting the sun come in to brighten your room.

You groaned uncomfortably at the interruption of your sleep before pulling the blanket over your face. Hiding your face from the light shining on your warm face. Sweat covering your body as your body seemed to shiver under the blanket. Aziraphale smiled before he took a seat on your bed.

"come on, love. You don't want your dad to finish your favorite pancakes, do you?" Aziraphale said.

You were just silent and still in that position without even looking at Aziraphale. Your body shivered with chill and warmth in your body. Aziraphale frowned at the lack of reaction from you. Usually you would wake up excited as soon as he mentioned your favorite breakfast but now you seemed like you didn't normally do it.

You seem wrong. Aziraphale started holding out his hand to pull your blanket. As soon as his fingers touched and pulled the blanket that covered you, he was shocked when he discovered your condition.

Your face is pale, your body is shaking and full of sweat. You still closed your eyes as your breathing seemed to be panting. Aziraphale's face began to change. He started to touch your head but when his skin touched your dampened skin, he pulled his hand back. Your skin is hot and cold at the same time, that's why you're shivering. Aziraphale began to be concerned with your conditions.

"my dear, you... You are sick" Aziraphale said with great concern.

It is normal for humans if they have a fever but for you who was born with a miracle by two celestial being not to mentioned that you are half demon and half angel, it is quite impossible for you to feel sick.

"just- just hold on, papa will come back to you later, okay?" Aziraphale assured before he rushed out of the door.

Crowley who is sleeping sprawled on the sofa did not notice his husband rushing to the kitchen to retrieve a cloth and a basin filled with water. Aziraphale stopped his walk when he noticed that Crowley was still sleeping after being woken by him a thousand times that morning.

He grumbled and ignored his sleeping demon to go to your room. He opened the door again but this time slowly and with any noise as he knows that you are not in the mood for that. He put the basin filled with water on the table next to your bed before he dipped the cloth into the basin and squeezed it to leave it wet and folded it before placing it on your forehead.

You flinched at the sudden coldness before relaxing and letting the cold seep into your warm skin. You sighed heavily. Even your breath is warm.

Aziraphale rubbed your hair gently. "don't move too much, dear. You must rest to be healthy. I'll tell daddy to bring you medicine while I cook chicken porridge for you"

You grumbled with approval before snuggling into your thick blanket for comfort. Aziraphale sends you a sympathetic look before he gets up and walks downstairs to the kitchen. Before he went to the kitchen, he managed to wake up Crowley, who was still sleeping and didn't think about the world, finally woke up from his slumber. Maybe him being a snake requires a good enough sleep.

"Crowley, I need you to bring medicine to Y/n's room, now while I prepare chicken porridge for her." Aziraphale ordered.

Crowley grunted sleepily. "Ugh.. why would I bring medicine to Star's room? Why do you want to cook chicken porridge? Didn't you make pancakes?"

"the pancakes can wait but Y/n can't. She's sick.. And it's quite rare for an angel or demon to get sick. Let alone half angel and half demon. She's still on the bed and doesn't have the energy to wake up so you go bring medicine for her to eat before I bring chicken porridge to her" Aziraphale strode past Crowley who was still sitting sprawled on the sofa.

Crowley straightened himself from his hunched position. "Star is sick? But that's impossible. Celestial beings never get sick. They are immune to all kinds of diseases and viruses"

"That's what I said earlier, it's quite rare for celestial beings to get sick. I don't know how sick she is but all I know is her body temperature is up. Now go get the medicine and give it to Y/n" Aziraphale ordered as he reached for a medium-sized pot and a soup spatula.

Crowley made a sound as if he was just agreeing to what his husband told him. He stood up and took medicine from the medicine cabinet hanging on the wall next to the kitchen before he moved to your room.

"and don't use miracle! we don't know how sick she got plus I don't want the upstairs to know that we used a miracle to cure her.. I don't want them to know about her.. they will take away my baby" Aziraphale said to Crowley but the last sentence Aziraphale muttered to himself.

Crowley waved his hand as if dismissing what Aziraphale warned him. As soon as he arrived in front of your door, he slowly opened the door of your room and peeking his head to see how you were.

You were snuggling into your thick blanket with folded damp cloth on your forehead. Your eyes are closed so that means you are sleeping but Crowley noticed that your chest is rising up and down very rapidly which makes Crowley worried. He never saw you like this. His Star is always happy and energetic all the time but this time his Star looks very weak and not energetic.

Crowley strode towards you slowly with medicine in his right hand. He didn't want to disturbed your sleep. You need enough rest. He noticed your forehead was wet with sweat. He put the medicine on the table next to your bed and then slowly sat down on the bed next to you. He reached out his hand on your warm cheek.

"Star? hey.. wake up.." Crowley called softly.

You groan tiredly but your eyes still don't open.

"come on, you should take your medicine before anything else happens" Crowley patted your cheeks gently.

"no medicine.. Medicine doesn't taste good" you mumbled tiredly.

Crowley huffed a laugh. "Oh, Y/n..Come on, you should take medicine" he poked your cheek several times trying to wake you up.

You whined in protest then waved your hand to block your dad's hand from your face before opening your eyes. Your eyes are very tired showing that you really have no energy.

Crowley grinned. "there you go"

you started to sit and lean your back on the headboard. You glanced at your dad with extra tiredness and dissatisfaction.

Crowley frowned. "don't make such a face at me, it's your Papa fault who told me to take the medicine. Besides, you have to get up to eat later" Crowley reached for the medicine on the table and opened the lid of the medicine and poured the liquid into the spoon.

You face away from the strong smell of medicine. "nooo"

"just one spoon of medicine and then you can rest" Crowley put the spoon in your mouth.

"noo.. it doesn't taste good" You protested.

"what kind of medicine tastes good? It just tastes bitter and it won't last long.. come on, Star" Crowley said, bringing the spoon closer to your mouth.

You grunted grumpily before opening your mouth and letting Crowley spoon the medicine into your mouth. Immediately a bitter taste was felt in your throat making you grimaced with disgust.

"there, isn't it nice?" Crowley joked.

You whine grumpily before laying back down and facing away from your dad, sulking.

Crowley sighed. "just don't sleep yet, your papa will come up and bring food. You must eat."

You hummed before closing your eyes tiredly. Crowley rubbed your back soothingly. A knock was heard before the door was opened by Aziraphale with a tray of chicken porridge and water in both hands.

He glanced at his husband and daughter with concern. "how is she?"

"just the same" Crowley muttered.

Aziraphale nodded his head then moved to the other side of the bed, facing Crowley. He looked at you worriedly.

"Y/n, dear. Get up and eat.. You have to eat if you want to be well" Aziraphale said while placing the tray of chicken porridge on his lap.

"I don't feel like eating.. " you mumbled.

"Well, you need to eat also to get your energy.. Please" Aziraphale urged you.

"My head hurts" You said.

"i know, my dear.. come on, wake up and eat" Aziraphale said.

Finally, you got up and sat down, leaning heavily on the headboard to support your weak body. Crowley rubbed your hand with comfort.

Aziraphale started to feed you with the chicken porridge from time to time even though you were a bit hesitant to eat because you could feel your body as if it was rejected to eat and would vomit later which thankfully it would not happen.

After just eating and drinking, Aziraphale gave the food tray to Crowley to place on the bedside table where the medicine was placed. You lie back down and close your eyes which leads you to sleep. Aziraphale held your tiny hand and rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand while Crowley held your other hand.

"What do you think, angel? She's being sick?" Crowley glanced at his husband expecting some explanations from him.

"I don't know, Crowley.. it's a bit sudden. She shouldn't be sick. She's literally immune to everything" Aziraphale replied as he looked at you with concern.

Crowley sighed. "whatever it is, she will be okay and not sick anymore"

Aziraphale nodded. "yes.."

The two partners start to be quiet as they don't want to disturb you anymore, their eyes still on you in case you suddenly feel uncomfortable and need them, they will be by your side. But eventually, Aziraphale needs to go downstairs and wash the bowl of porridge and the glass he brought earlier. He told Crowley to pass the tray of food placed on the table next to him which Crowley obeyed but then stopped suddenly.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley confused. "Crowley?"

"Angel.. " Crowley called, eyes still on the food tray.

"yes? what's wrong?" Aziraphale began to worry.

"I think I know why Star is sick" Crowley began to lift the food tray and show it to her husband.

Aziraphale gaped at the sight of a clean bowl and glass that had absolutely no leftover food. Everything is clean as if it had just been washed. clean and shiny bowls, spoons and glass.

"that's.. she-" Aziraphale tried to make an assumption. "You don't use miracle right?"

"no.. you?" Crowley asked

Aziraphale shook his head. "no"

"I think, Star is sick because she finally got her first miracle" Crowley said then looked at you impressed.

"That's why she suddenly got sick" Aziraphale beamed excitedly.

"ahh, this is great.. Star finally got her first miracle" Crowley cheered lowly as he didn't want to disturb your sleep.

"i know.. ohh, I'm so proud of her, Crowley.. Our baby has grown up" Aziraphale beamed.

"does that mean I can take her in the Bentley with me?" Crowley suddenly asked.

"No" Aziraphale replied.

"wha- why? you said before that not until she got her first miracle.. Now she has got her first miracle! Don't let me start that her age is not enough because she is three years old now." Crowley protested.

"But the way you drive the Bentley is dangerous" Aziraphale said.

"I'm not that crazy to drive a Bentley at high speed with a toddler in the Bentley" Crowley argued.

"Fine you can take her" Aziraphale gave in.

Crowley smirked with victory

"well, I love you, Angel"

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "I love you too, Crowley"

[non-writingwriter]

writing masterpost

Masterpost for my works - which is mostly fanfiction, with one original short story that happens to be here. Since they are scattered on here and on ao3 it’s getting difficult to keep track so I thought I’d gather them all and add on as I write (　◜◡‾)

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun

warmth, ~1100 words, hananene, rated G, hurt/comfort, fluff, they are in love but they don’t really know yet, also Hanako needs to be protected

The sunset streams in through the window, paints the bathroom in watercolour golds and pinks and oranges, and it's breathtaking. It must be warm – the light tinges his hand red and nothing else, and he does not cast a shadow against the door even though he's standing right in front of it. He doesn't exist. At least not in the actual sense of the word.

You shouldn't miss something you can't even remember, but Hanako does anyway.

now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white, ~6700 words, hananene, rated T, hanahaki disease, angst with a happy ending

(If you love someone in secret, or if your love is one-sided... sometimes, they say, if your bond is strong, your lungs will sprout flowers.

Aoi’s voice is clear as day in her memories, as is her mischievous grin while she tells her all about a curse, and about the way roots will pierce through your lungs and buds will crowd in your windpipe, like unspoken words of love do.)

It can’t be. But the the petals mock her with their beauty - she holds them between her fingers, careful, and they’re soft and fragile and she doesn’t know how something so delicate could ever cause her so much pain. She throws them away. It can’t be. It will pass.

Hanako brings flowers in his name. It’s only fair he’d bring them in Yashiro’s heart, too.

–

Assassination Classroom

the way you sing for me, ~1600 words, karunagi, rated E, aged up characters and light dom/sub

Karma has a problem. A really pretty, really loud problem. (It isn’t, in fact, a problem he has. It’s a problem the neighbours have that he happens to be accountable for.) Nagisa might be able to sneak up on Japan’s most feared assassins, but sure as hell he doesn’t make for a good neighbour. Karma tries to help. (More or less.)

The completely normal life of Karma Akabane, ~1200 words, karunagi, rated G, aged up characters and some fluff

Nagisa is a creature of habit - able to pull it off only because of the absolute surprise every day with him manages to be, with assassins still visiting them for dinner once a month and class reunions as often as they can. […]

Nagisa is set in his ways to the point that Karma knows from first-hand experience that very few things can stop him from starting to cook dinner at six o'clock.

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Bungou Stray Dogs

Quiet days, ~1700 words, dazushi, rated G, getting-together-fluff and kind of a slice-of-life

They don’t get many quiet days, at the Agency. There are jobs to do and people to help and things to arrange, and they’re desperately understaffed ever since he can remember. No one has time for things like quiet. (Except sometimes they do.) […] Life at the Armed Detective Agency is dangerous and chaotic. An hectic mess, except when it’s not.

in your ears, eyes, hands, ~2200 words, dazushi, rated E, light dom/sub and rope bondage

He can’t see. The blindfold is securely tied over his eyes, plunging him in darkness he can’t breach with the tiger’s sight. Not that he actually can use it, anyway, not when Dazai makes sure to always be touching him. Sometimes, the tiger needs taming. Dazai is more than happy to provide an helping hand.

the mystery of love, ~1200 words, dazushi, rated G, everyone knows they’re dating except Atsushi

“Why does Dazai-san never come home for dinner?”, she asks, and he doesn’t really understand her point. Nor why she would ask in the first place - none of the others ever comes around for dinner, and she never seemed bothered by it.

“Neither does Kunikida, or Kenji, or Ranpo-san,” he says, trying to understand her reasons. She’s not fazed, taking another bite from the fish.

“But Kunikida-san or Kenji or Ranpo-san aren’t Dazai-san,” she replies, like it’s so completely obvious it’s not worth mentioning again.

during the storm, ~1200 words, dazushi, rated G, Dazai has nightmares even if he won’t admit it

He knows Dazai has a terrible bedhead in the mornings, he knows he likes to get up first and make breakfast for him and Kyouka even though he’s kind-of-probably still a guest, he knows he drinks definitely too much coffee, black and too strong for Atsushi to even tolerate its smell.

He knows what it feels like waking up next to someone and seeing their face still drowsy with sleep, he knows what it means to fall asleep to steady breathing close to him and an arm casually wrapped around his middle. He knows Dazai doesn’t sleep as much as he should, and he knows that he has nightmares on rainy nights.

He often has, but rainy nights are the worst. Atsushi is not about to ask why.

–

Boku no hero academia

waiting for you to come home, ~1500, tododeku, rated G, aged up and married characters, some sweet thing about the everyday life of superheroes

It’s hard to be one of the top superheroes in a city as busy and villain-ridden as Musutafu. Sure, it’s not Tokyo, but that somehow only makes it worse. […] It’s even harder to be married to one of the top superheroes in Musutafu. Or, in his case, to the top superhero of the city. Being heroes isn’t easy. Being married heroes just about doubles the difficulty.

–

Good Omens

oh, to be in love, ~400 combined, ineffable husbands, rated G, companion poems about love, fear, and patience

There are things unsaid unspeakable in the curve of his smile. - Honey fills your mouth hearing his name, as you pretend it is not spoken with hatred.

you can also find poem for the pining here and poem for the prisoner here

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Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens

of courtains and betrayals, ~1000, banlin, rated G, prompt filling with everyday fluff and bickering idiots

Hitmen never die pretty deaths. Apparently, his not only won’t be pretty, but painful too. An extremely painful suicide. And all because he couldn’t tell the fundamental difference between forest green and peacock green. Or keep his mouth shut, for all that matters.

Poetic.

The Great Plan to Take Lin Xiaoming To The Gay Pride, ~1300, banlin, rated G, Lin has never heard of Pride and Banba makes sure to change that

There are things that everyone should do at least once before dying. And seen as likely as it is for a hitman to die any given day, before dying implies well before being twenty-one.

Those things include marching in a Pride - hell, knowing what a Pride is, in the first place.

It takes a while to explain it to him, and even when Banba manages, Lin doesn’t seem so enthusiastic.

Banba isn’t sure if it’s because he hates people or because he doesn’t believe him.

–

Haikyuu!!

to think of time, ~6700 words, daisuga, rated T, Major Character Death (for in-verse situation), a Kimi no na wa daisuga au

It feels like falling. Falling in a life that isn’t his own, he sees colours and shapes exploding in all the corners of is mind, filling him to the brink with love for someone he doesn’t know. (For him.) […] He sees dancing and sunlight, and broken smiles smiled in a mirror – and he feels so full of life he could burst, and he has no idea how all this can be only half of him. (He thinks that if he was ever to see him whole, Suga could blind him for good.)

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Shingeki no Kyojin

unfolded in brilliant lights, ~4300 words, eruri, rated E, dom/sub play, multiple orgasms and sub!Erwin

He doesn’t say anything. They look at each other, instead, for a long moment filled with silence. Levi’s gaze is heavy, meaningful. Assessing him, too. It makes him restless, already helplessly pinned under it before Levi even talks. The alcohol is a faraway thought in the back of his mind, almost forgotten. He needs this, now. (It had started because he needed it. […] Sometimes, it’s just easier to let Levi take charge.

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Yuuri!!! on Ice

tip of my tongue, ~3400 words, fem!victuuri, rated E, a birthday smut for Victor with face-sitting and happy lesbians in general

«Vika?» «Mh?» «Vika.» «Mmh?» «What do you want for your birthday?» «You сидишь на my face.» «What?» «Don’t know the thing. Verb. Like on a chair.» «To sit?» «Да, that. Sit. On my face. Now sleep, ’s so late.»

Viktoriya’s birthday is in two weeks, and Yuuri has absolutely no idea what to get her. Luckily, she’s not as hard to please as one would think.

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Original writing

blood and roses (or caffeine challenge #26), ~1000 words, rated G, femslash, it involves supernatural girlfriends and some subtle pining mostly

«I saw you in a painting, once. You looked younger.» Serena would laugh, at that, if it was appropriate. She stops before going through with it, the girl’s eyes flashing deep black in her mind. Maybe she can get a little afraid, sometimes.