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anonymousewrites · 7 months ago

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Twenty

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Twenty: Crepes and Breaks

Summary: Saiki gets to make sweets, and his luck turns as his receiver breaks.

“Are you ready to make crepes, Kusuo?” asked (Y/N), tying their cherry and strawberry themes bandana and apron on.

“In today’s training, we will be making crepes,” said Coach Niwayama. “I don’t know how to cook, but I have the recipe!”

“I like his apron,” said (Y/N), chuckling at the teddy bears on his.

“Better than Kaidou’s,” said Saiki, looking dubiously at the skulls across Kaidou’s grey apron.

“So, what are we looking to put together today?” said (Y/N).

“Crepes are good on their own, but they go well with whipped cream, chocolate, and fruit. Can we add those to it?” said Saiki, much more energetic than he ever was in school (which meant that he was willing to be involved in activities. His face didn’t show anything).

“Alright!” Nawayama passed out the recipe cards. “Let’s get cooking!”

Saiki looked at Kaidou and Hairo arguing across from him. He was grateful to have (Y/N) in his group because they understood sweets better than anyone else he knew, so hopefully that would balance out whatever Kaidou and Hairo inevitably messed up.

“Let’s do our best together,” said Hairo excitedly.

“Right,” said Kaidou.

“First we need to break two eggs,” said (Y/N). “Make sure to keep the shell from falling in.”

“Got it,” said Saiki, lifting up two eggs.

“Wait, Saiki, let me crack them!” said Kaidou. He took the eggs eagerly. “I can crack them with one hand.”

“Kaidou, don’t—”

Egg shell fell into the bowl, and (Y/N) slapped a hand over their face.

“Shoot! The shell fell in!” cried Kaidou.

“You should have used two hands!” said Hairo, pulling another egg apart. Yolk and shell fell out.

(Y/N) sighed. Apparently, Hairo and Kaidou weren’t good at cooking. Saiki almost glowered at them as they began to ruin his chance to eat crepes (especially since Kuboyasu and Nendou were doing so well).

While Kaidou and Hairo began to look in confusion at the next instruction (and poor Saiki watched), (Y/N) picked out a bowl and cracked two eggs perfectly.

“Next, pour in some flower. How much is ‘some?’ ” asked Kaidou.

“I don’t know,” said Hairo.

“For now, let’s add three pinches,” said Kaidou.

“Flour’s not seasoning,” said Saiki, trying to stop them.

(Y/N) shook their head in amusement and poured flour into their own bowl.

“Let’s see…What’s next,” said Kaidou.

“Kaidou is being too cautious,” said Saiki, pouring more flour into their bowl.

“Add some sugar,” murmured Hairo. “What’s ‘some?’ ”

“These aren’t very clear instructions,” said (Y/N). “Desserts need exact measurements.” They measured the amount they needed and poured it into their bowl.

“What are you doing?” said Saiki, glancing at them.

“Don’t you worry, Kusuo. Just keep an eye on them so they don’t poison themselves,” chirped (Y/N).

Indeed, there was a worry of that as Hairo and Kaidou poured an extravagant amount of sugar into the bowl. Who knew what else they’d add too much or too little of next.

“This is bad,” said Saiki, trying to fish out some of the sugar. Unfortunately a whole stick of butter was thrown in, next, ruining his attempt to fix things.

“Since it says ‘some,’ that should be enough, right?” said Kaidou.

Oh, dear, this really could’ve been avoided with measurements, thought (Y/N), cutting and setting the butter to melt.

“Oh, no, we didn’t melt it!” said Hairo.

“Can we just microwave it?” said Kaidou, already setting the metal bowl into the microwave.

“Good idea!” said Hairo.

“I’m not going to bother to try to stop this.”

There was a flash, and the microwave sparked itself to death. As Nawayama began to yell at Kaidou and Hairo, Saiki tried to remake the crepes they were currently failing at ((Y/N) continued with their work so that they’d have something to fall back on).

“I didn’t know that we couldn’t put metal in the microwave,” said Kaidou as he slouched back to the table.

“What should we do?” said Hairo, looking at their disgusting bowl of…something.

(Y/N) looked in. “Maybe exorcise it?”

“It looks like a breakfast from Hell,” agreed Saiki.

“I hate to waste it, but we should probably throw it away,” said Hairo.

“I guess we have to,” said Kaidou, sadly gazing at his monstrous creation.

“Give it to me.” Mera held out a hand towards the food (if it could still be called that). “If you’re going to throw it away, give it to me.”

“Mera, if you get possessed, it’s on you,” said (Y/N), looking concernedly at the contents of the bowl.

“Okay!” Mera was fine with that if she could get food, and she grabbed the bowl and ran away.

“Okay, let’s pull ourselves together and start over,” said Hairo.

“It will go perfectly this time!” said Kaidou.

Just as long as they don’t try to grab my bowl, thought (Y/N), happily mixing. They were fine with getting involved with their friends’ mishaps in any other situation, but cooking was the one thing (Y/N) really loved, so if someone messed up their work, they would be very disappointed.

“Here.” Saiki had already remixed the ingredients, knowing Hairo and Kaidou were so behind in their group.

“Wow!” said Hairo.

“Did you make this, Saiki? Not bad,” said Kaidou.

“ ‘Not bad?’ ” Saiki had done way more than “not bad.”

“Not bad at all,” agreed Nendou, looking over.

“Of course it is, we’re the ones who made it,” said Kaidou.

“It was me who made it,” corrected Saiki.

“We put our blood, sweat, and tears into it!” cried Hairo.

“That wouldn’t taste good,” chirped (Y/N).

“You haven’t even gotten to the hard part yet,” said Nendou.

“What? One of the microwaves has already been destroyed,” said Kaidou incredulously.

“If it becomes harder, the whole classroom will explode,” said Hairo.

“Watch and learn,” said Nendou. He held up a pan. “First, lightly coat the pan with oil.”

“When do you pour the batter in?” asked Kaidou.

“Pour it in the center, like this,” said Nendou, showing them.

“Won’t it be too thick?” asked Kaidou.

“That’s why you spread it evenly,” said Nendou, demonstrating.

“Wow, Nendou really does know how to make crepes,” said (Y/N), a bit surprised but pleased. Their own crepes were going well, too.

“The one time I avoided having him in my group was the time I needed him,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) laughed, and Saiki’s annoyance subsided a bit as their joy. That made the situation better, even if it was still exhausting to see Kaidou and Hairo so obviously clueless as they kept asking Nendou for clarification.

“Amazing!” cried Kaidou as Nendou flipped the crepes effortlessly.

“Well, good luck, guys!” said Nendou, returning to his group.

“Shut up, we don’t need your help,” lied Kaidou even after he asked so many questions.

“The flipping part seems hard,” observed Hairo.

“Use a spatula to flip them,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “Flipping in the air is more advanced.”

“Let’s be safe and do that,” said Hairo.

“If we do that, Nendou wins,” said Kaidou. He spread the batter, waited a moment, and threw it in the air.

“No, Kaidou!” cried Hairo dramatically.

It flopped onto Nawayama’s head, and Kaido fell to his knees as the teacher began chewing him out. Kaidou slouched back with his head hung low while Hairo organized another crepe.

“I’ll try it with the chopsticks,” said Hairo.

“That will go better,” said (Y/N), fiddling in the stores of the room to try to find some fruit.

Hairo and Kaidou looked at the browning crepe.

“Isn’t that enough?” asked Kaidou.

“No,” said Hairo.

“Are you sure?” said Kaidou as it turned dark brown.

“Not yet,” said Hairo.

“It’s burning.” Saiki had lost another chance at crepes.

“It needs to get hotter!” cried Hairo.

Finally, he flipped it. Again, it looked like a monster with a skull face burned in. Hairo hung his head, and while he looked down sadly, Mera sidled up and stole the pan. (Y/N) let her go since she had handled the last batch well enough.

“We have no choice but to leave it to Saiki and (L/N),” said Kaidou.

“No, Mera!” cried Hairo, running towards their remaining batter as Mera downed it in a moment.

Saiki went blank with Kaidou. Their batter was all gone because they’d been too lenient with letting Mera enjoy what they made before they had a chance.

“You’re out of batter?” said Nendou, turning around. “Well, I guess I can share some of my crepes.”

Saiki turned around with a true smile. “Nendou, I knew you could do it when all else fails.”

“Did you?” laughed (Y/N) as they finished cutting strawberries.

“Take a look at the Nendous’ special tuna salad crepes!” said Nendou.

Saiki, Kaidou, and Hairo made disgusted faces. That…did not sound like a good combination with the sweetness of crepes.

“No need, Nendou,” said (Y/N), smiling. “You can enjoy yours.” They held out the plate they had finished putting together. “We’ve got our own.”

Hairo, Kaidou, and even Saiki’s eyes sparkled as they gazed at the crepes with chocolate and strawberries.

“You made these for us?” said Kaidou, eyes wide.

“Even as we messed up…” Tears came to Hairo’s eyes.

(Y/N) smiled and waved a hand. “Of course. You guys worked hard. Enjoy.”

Kaidou and Hairo excitedly took a crepe each and began to eat. Saiki stepped up and took his own.

“You saved the day,” said Saiki.

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed. “I like crepes, too, so it was a little self-serving.”

“Maybe, but you’re always too selfless anyways,” said Saiki.

“You think so?” said (Y/N).

“You watch out for everyone else,” said Saiki. They looked out for him most of all, always ready to help. “You should take care of yourself.”

“I’ll try,” said (Y/N). They gazed at him warmly. “But who else is going to look after the people I care about if not me?”

Saiki’s heart stuttered. He was someone they cared about. He found himself smiling as he took a bite of his crepe.

“Still. Let us look out for you.”

“Don’t worry, Kusuo. I know you have my back.” (Y/N) spoke with complete confidence even though Saiki regularly disliked having to help his friends (acquaintances and nuisances, he would argue).

But they were right. Saiki would always look out for (Y/N). Always.

Saiki looked at his hand, pleased with himself for having gotten so far with controlling his abilities. Now he had more control and returning a baseball to someone wouldn’t present a problem (and he wouldn’t accidentally take anyone’s head off). Still, he couldn’t remove either of his receivers, otherwise he would lose control again. The dampeners made sure his powers were manageable.

Wham!

A baseball slammed into the side of his head.

Seriously. Again?

He picked it up and threw it down. Instead, the baseball went flying into the stratosphere. Saiki stared at his hand in alarm.

What just happened? I used the same amount of strength as before!

He reached up and felt one of his receivers. The ball on top was gone. He looked down and saw it at his feet.

I need to repair this.

He took a step forward, but the force of it sent him flying forward, and he accidentally kicked the pink ball. It disappeared into the horizon.

This is bad. This is really bad.

Anything he did would result in destruction and danger. He was stuck.

It’s too dangerous for me to return home like this. Saiki took of the remaining bit of the receiver. I will use my ability to reset objects to repair it. He focused and let the ability work. Turn back time! This should solve the issue.

…

It didn’t. Saiki stared at the pieces of the receiver, restored to when they hadn’t been put together as a machine. He had reverted time too much because of his abilities being out of control.

I can’t use this! I will have to use my telepathy to tell my parents to pick me up.

Unfortunately for Saiki, his telepathic ability was also off the charts. He couldn’t distinguish anyone’s voice from the other. Foreign languages had joined the mess of thoughts in Saiki’s head.

He groaned, holding his head, and leaned against a wall. It crumbled, and he fell through. Lying on the ground, he stared up at the sky. He needed to get somewhere safe. But where? He didn’t know if his parents were home, and he had nowhere else to go.

Saiki sighed. If only (Y/N) was here, they’d have a solution—

His teleportation reacted instantly to the thought, and he disappeared from the lawn.

Saiki groaned as he collapsed in a new room. Looking around, he found himself in a kitchen he’d been in a few times but remembered by heart.

“Kusuo?!” cried a worried voice, and (Y/N)’s face came into his sight as they crouched beside him.

His teleportation had brought him right to them. Oh, dear, even his abilities were influenced by his crush on them.

“What happened to you?” asked (Y/N), looking at him with pure concern.

If Saiki wasn’t in distress, he’d be flattered and a bit flustered by the way they were gazing at him, but as it was, he really needed help.

“My receiver broke,” said Saiki.

“Your—oh, your bobble?” said (Y/N), noticing the pieces in his hand.

“Yes. I can’t control my powers.”

(Y/N)’s forehead creased in worry. “How can I help?”

“I need my parents,” said Saiki.

“Alright. Don’t worry, Kusuo. I’ll get them,” said (Y/N), smiling at them.

Saiki had no doubt; (Y/N) was the kindest and most loyal person he knew.

He watched from the ground as (Y/N) headed to the phone and checked the phonebook for his house number.

“Hello?” said (Y/N). “Mrs. Saiki? Hi, yes, it’s (Y/N). Kusuo’s here. His, uh, receiver, I think, the thing on his head, it broke.”

Saiki faintly heard his mom yelling in panic.

“He’s alright.” (Y/N) glanced at Saiki. “He’s just lying on my floor. Yeah, my address is…”

Saiki closed his eyes as (Y/N) told his parents. They were coming. They’d have a solution to this.

I just hope it doesn’t involve him.

After school the next day, (Y/N) sighed and set their bag down on a chair before going to get a snack. They didn’t bother saying they were home—their parents were still out on another business trip—so they quietly went about their business. They wished Saiki was feeling better so they could’ve grabbed a snack with him, but he had been out sick from school that day, so his receiver obviously wasn’t fixed yet.

Maybe I should go over to his house and check on him, thought (Y/N).

Ring!

The phone rang, and (Y/N) walked over to answer it. They furrowed their brow as they saw a foreign number. That was unusual. Still, (Y/N) didn’t hesitate to answer it (look, it’s the Saiki K universe. What harm could come to them?)

“Hello?” said (Y/N).

“Hello, is this (Y/N) (L/N)?” said an unfamiliar voice.

“Uh-huh, who is this?” said (Y/N).

“This is Kusuke Saiki,” said the voice. “I’m Saiki’s brother.”

“…Kusuo has a brother?” (Y/N) blinked. They had no idea he had a brother; he’d never mentioned it. Not that he would. This is Kusuo.

Little did they know, Kusuke was carefully storing the fact that they used Saiki’s first name away.

“Yes, he does. Of course he doesn’t talk about me. I’m nothing special. But if you don’t believe me, you can look me up,” said Kusuke.

“No, I believe you.” Really, (Y/N) did. “Is Kusuo alright? Is his receiver fixed?”

Kusuke stored their knowledge of his powers away. “Almost! He’s coming to London to visit me. I was thinking of surprising him with some of his friends. Would you be to coming?”

“Coming to London?” said (Y/N) incredulously.

“It’s the weekend,” said Kusuke.

“…I don’t know you,” pointed out (Y/N).

“Nendou and Kaidou agreed to go,” said Kusuke.

Well, someone should look out for them. “…Alright.” Hey, as long as this wasn’t a giant scam, (Y/N) would get to check on Saiki and make sure he was doing well.

“Perfect,” said Kusuke. All the pieces of his plan had fallen into place

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cuppajj · 1 month ago

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Tiger Lily and Strawberry Crepe are my favorites. But how do you keep track of everything? It's so interesting and cool. I have to use Google slides so I can keep a consistent reference :/ and is there like a site you use to record the sagas? Do we get the written timeline of what's been revealed? (Sorry I have so many questions. It's just so cool and I love your art style and really like this au and storytelling)

ty!! im a little embarrassed to admit this, but most of this planning has been entirely within my head :’D save for a few ramblings I’ve done to friends on discord lol, but I’ve been planning to jump on putting things in a miro whiteboard so I can better figure out how things progress and keep track of characters! for your third question, you probably will once I figure out what the full timeline looks like, but that won’t be for a long time I’m afraid. at least there are bits and pieces of the chronology to pick up

have a tiger lily! i’d been meaning to draw her for a while anyway lol

#beast ancients au ask #tiger lily cookie

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ropesbypatricia · 1 year ago

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Rope Techniques: How I accommodate crepe/thin skin when I tie

I thought I'd drop some techniques I like to use when I'm self-tying or tying another human with thin/crepe skin

What is crepe skin?

"Crepey skin is thin and looks finely wrinkled like crepe paper. It may also sag or feel loose. While crepey skin is similar to common wrinkles in many ways, the condition tends to impact larger areas, and this skin feels noticeably more fragile and thin..."

What causes crepe skin?

Lots of things included but not limited to: sun damage, aging, rapid weight loss or gain, certain genetic disorders, smoking, alcohol use, and dehydration

How is crepe skin different than non-crepe skin?

It is thinner, less elastic, and more prone to bruise, rip, and damage when under stress, pressure, injury

How do I as a rope top account for my own or another's crepe skin in rope bondage?

I recommend wearing comfortable, form-fitting clothes over the areas of the body I might be tying that have creping. I almost always wear leggings and a camisole or bodysuit when I'm tying myself for practice and development - tying directly over slack skin, especially as a beginner, can be a very tricky and painful experience - I recommend practicing over clothing and then moving to implement your practice onto your exposed flesh if you choose

Speaking on tender flesh: Running your fingers underneath a rope line which is wrapping crepe skin can be a pretty miserable and pinchy affair as the flesh has a tendency to stay with your finger as you move to clear the lines, and can easily find itself pinched between the ropes and your finger 🥲

Instead of running my finger under my rope, I gently pull the skin away from any areas where it has become nipped or grabbed up in the rope - a similar technique is useful when working with adipose tissue

Stay well-hydrated if possible - keep your skin clean, exfoliated and moisturized. I find happy skin plays best with rope, and my skin is happiest these days when I'm hydrated, dry-rubbed, and well-oiled 😌

I understand that the risk for side effects like bruising, rope marks, rope burns, etc.. is higher in crepe regions than in skin that is more elastic and collagen-rich. I can use what I find to be best practices to minimize risks, but I acknowledge that the base line for the skin's vulnerability to dermal injury is higher to begin with

If you have any questions you think I can answer or any tips for working with thin skin and rope you'd like to share, please lmk!

Happy roping to you all ❤️➰❤️

#rope is ageless #rope is shapeless #rope accommodates #shibari #thin skin #crepe skin #all bodies are rope bodies #rope techniques #self tie

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maaarshieee · 2 years ago

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Okay so: How about giving Wanderer, Pantalone, Dottore and Alhaitham flowers 👀

Pick some flowers for them. What's their reaction? Put them in their hair too. Make them a flower crown!

⎯⎯ ୨ Flowers For You! (HCs) ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ♡˳ Alhaitham, Dottore, Pantalone & Wanderer x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

THEY'RE INFESTING MY MIND RN,, THEY'RE ALL SKRUNKLIES,, ty for the request this is ... so soft... omg,,, FINALLY NEW BANNER FOR WANDERER BC OF THAT BDAY ART HEHEHE,, ok i might've had brain rotted too hard on pantalone esp bc the song "call out my name" came up from my playlist while writing him..... have a good day/night!! <33 oh! noticed were mutuals,, got an emoji for ur mutual tag ?? hehe,,

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, longer than i anticipated, injuries, made up flowers on wanderer's part

"What are you doing?"

"Decorating!" Was your only reply.

Inside the library that Alhaitham often resides in, with piles of books on his table, legs crossed as he read peacefully, you stood behind him, hands raking through his silky hair.

A while ago, you entered the library with a bright smile on your face, a bunch of flowers gathered in your arms. Alhaitham was pleased with your sudden visit, even if his outward appearance was of annoyance, choosing to 'ignore' your existence instead.

Huffing humorously at his attitude, you greeted him cheerfully, giving him a quick peck on the cheek (where he subtly leaned his body to the side to chase your lips for a longer kiss) before placing down the flowers you'd freshly picked from the forest during your forest ranger patrols.

You often brought him flowers after finishing your patrols, always dropping them wherever he was so he'd usually be walking home with a bouquet in his hands. He didn't particularly mind, in fact, he absolutely cherished them, especially when you always put so much thought and effort into them.

Each day you bring a new bouquet, they'd be bundled in different shades of green crepe paper, ribbons, and various designs you could think of, and you do it all by yourself. Even so far refusing opinions from others, pouring all your creativity and adoration for him into each bouquet. You even pick a diverse variation of flowers that would mix and match, then you would list off the meanings of each flower, its anatomy and the role plays in the ecosystem, basically info dumping him.

And each time, Alhaitham would close his book, leaving a bookmark on the page he was reading, and turn his head to you, listening to every word you say and even engaging in a deep conversation with you about biology. In each conversation, each discussion, he learns something new about plants, and he's able to bask in your loving presence, watching your hands fluidly move with your words, noticing the way the corners of your eyes crinkle from the big grin on your face. It's always the tiniest details that warm Alhaitham's heart.

But today was a little different, he supposes. As soon as you got close to where he sat, he took note that you hadn't brought him a bouquet this time, which earned you a raised brow from him. All you responded with was a small mischievous smirk on your lips as you put down the flowers you had gathered that day onto a chair next to him and got behind his back.

Alhaitham hadn't expected you to visit him that day since he had told you he'd be pretty busy, that's why he had a lot more books on his table than usual. And yet here you are, with a plan brewing inside your pretty little head that Alhaitham would just have to let himself fall victim to. It was distracting, sure, but it's you.

So he didn't tell you off and instead allowed you to bury your fingers into his hair, tenderly massaging his scalp and running your hands through his fluffy hair, softly humming a tune near his ear. Soon, you began to put flowers into his hair, playing with his hair and silently giggling behind him.

All the while Alhaitham immersed himself in the books he read, not minding your pestering one bit. As long as you didn't completely distract him from reading, he would let this (and many others things) slide.

From there, you compared Alhaitham to a cat, holding back a snort at the comparison. Whenever you pulled your hands away from his head, he would chase your touch subconsciously, yearning for more. When you still your hands in his hair, he would turn his head to look at you questioningly, an unimpressed glint in his eyes.

And while Alhaitham hasn't spoken a single word after the question he had asked a few moments ago, you could tell that he was enjoying this more than he could let on. His tense muscles had relaxed, leaning back on his chair and, from time to time, you'd catch his eyes flutter close before he'd blink to pull himself out of his sleepiness, he even had a small tugging at the corners of his lips.

He didn't make a move to take out the flowers you had put into his hair once he got up from his seat, returning the books from their respective shelves. Internally chuckling at the image of the blank-faced scribe walking around with flowers littered in his hair, you decided to play nice and reached up to his hair to remove them.

Only for your hands to be swatted away by Alhaitham and receive a halfhearted glare from your dearest lover.

It was quite endearing that Alhaitham did not give a care to anyone who saw him with a head full of flowers, and hair a little messy from all your playing and rubbing, but he ignored their stares, his eyes only focused on you as you walked side by side back to your shared home.

"Hey, Dottie," Hearing your voice from the doorway of his personal office, Dottore paid you no mind and continued to write on his whiteboard with a few other segments behind him. A few segments gave you a brief glance, before returning to the tasks they were assigned with. "Hey Dot, Dottie, Dotdot," You continued annoyingly, listing away all the nicknames you could think of at the top of your head, getting more absurd when you're slowly running out of ideas.

With a sigh, finally popped back the cap of his marker and turned to look at you, only to see you holding a bunch of baskets in your hands and... 2 of his segments holding similar baskets but with flower crowns on their heads. Truly, what a sight to see. You hailed all the way from a couple nations you had to stop by for your mission only to come back and immediately cause some shenanigans inside his laboratory.

Dottore couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips once again as he started walking toward you, eyeing the flower baskets the 3 of you held that were filled to the brim with various flora he was quite familiar with. Letting you put down the baskets on a table, he turned his head to the 2 segments trailing behind your back with a scowl on his face. "You may leave," He orders, before adding. "And take those off."

To his surprise, they hesitated to follow his order, hands froze in midair as if they were contemplating whether to obey or not. Now that greatly irked the Doctor, seeing that 2 of his creations had the gall to not obey right away in front of him, only to be calmed down by you by putting a hand on his shoulder. "Oh c'mon, leave them be. They're just flower crowns, let them have it." You reasoned, gesturing to the 2 segments to move along while Dottore had his attention on you.

With a smirk taking over your features, your hands settled on your hips when you jerked your head in the direction of the baskets you had brought proudly. "Besides, I got you a lot more." Dottore narrowed his eyes at you, dismissing the other segments present inside his office more, taking a few steps closer to you, arms crossed. "What exactly are these?"

You passed a basket to him and he took it, observing the contents of it before widening his eyes slightly, hands now caressing the leaves and petals of the flora you've brought to him. "My recent mission had me running around Teyvat for a bit, so I grabbed everything I could." You explained, eyeing one corner of his office. It had pictures of flora he needed for his experiments, a definitive list of everything he wanted that are plant-based to set a project onward and help with his research. "Be it mythical, illegal, rarest of the rare, or the most expensive, nothing escaped me."

A big, maniacal grin soon blossomed on his face as he further examined the multiple baskets, small giggles emitting from him here and there. Satisfied at his reaction, you proudly crossed your arms and your smirk grew. "My my, whatever is the reason you've become so generous?"

With a mere shrug, you walked behind him, laying your chin on his shoulder as you watched him eagerly sort through the flora you'd given him. "Just wanted to further our research, is all," At that, his movements paused and his grin faltered, head turning to look at you. You blinked at him, before realizing what you'd just said.

"Well, also because I wanted to spoil my dearest partner." You tried to save yourself, though it was the actual truth. Dottore seemed to think your words over, before menacingly smiling at you. "Oh, so they get one of those and not me?" Was he serious? You stared at him incredulously. Well, you guess you couldn't blame him. You mistakenly had told him the gift you had prepared for him was simply for your experiments, not for him.

But you couldn't help it. You let out a small, breathless chuckle before digging your hands inside one of the baskets that held flora that isn't much required for your experiments and began to work for your hands. Dottore watched you while you twisted the stems of each flora, organizing the petals and making them look as pretty as you could, tying them up neatly.

Dottore had pursed his lips as he observed, his expression growing sour when he peeked outside of his office to see a majority of the segments outside had flower crowns on their heads. They all seemed to be containing the joy they had upon receiving a flower crown, while the unlucky ones that doesn't have any were sulking and glaring at the luckier segments.

It seemed to upset Dottore, even more, to see he's one of the unlucky ones, unintentionally beginning to sulk like the rest of them. You had to hold back your laughter when you saw a big frown on his face, eyeing angrily at his segments but you opted to explain yourself to avoid his wrath.

"I thought you'd be satisfied enough with all the stuff I got you, so I didn't make you a flower crown." You said, earning Dottore's attention once more as you kept adding the prettiest flowers you could get your hands on, "I'd imagine you wouldn't want others to see you with such things on you so..." Finalizing the flower crown you made just for him, you turned to face him once more, a sheepish smile on your lips.

"But I suppose I was wrong, making my lover feel jealous." Dottore scowled at your words, opening his mouth to deny it but you just shot him an amused look, presenting him with the flower crown. Compared to the ones you've made for the segments, you put a lot of thought into the flower crown you made for him. It wasn't as messy, considering that you were frequently on the run during your mission whilst you made them.

"I'm sorry my love... Is this enough to earn your forgiveness?" Gently placing the flower crown on his head, pulling back a strand of his hair behind his ear. You then gave him your best puppy eyes on him, knowing full well that it wouldn't work on him. Despite this face, you still liked doing it, putting your hands on his chest.

Dottore didn't speak, only cupping your cheek with his gloved hand. He didn't like the fact that he has a flower crown on his head, but he suppose that he could tolerate it just for you since you made it for him after all. Since it was an act of seeking forgiveness.

How thoughtful of his lover. To bring him so many important materials for his research and make him a flower crown. And you easily got the message that he had forgiven you when he pressed a small, fleeting kiss on your forehead.

The Regrator has it all. He is rich, very rich, so of course, he does. So you can't help but feel a tad insecure whenever you think about giving him something.

You? A mere adventurer who does commissions for a living and even often helps the people around you for free?

How do flowers you've picked while you were doing commissions in a different region compete with the literal huge gardens Pantalone has at the mansions he has all over Teyvat? Every time he brings you to one of his 'vacation homes', you always find yourself lost in the beautiful paradise of flora that he owns.

It's the thought that counts, you argue with yourself. While it's true, it doesn't stop you from hesitating whether to even give the bouquet you've prepared for your dearest lover. Maybe you shouldn't have if you were being honest. Pantalone, in your eyes, was the embodiment of elegance.

He was gorgeous; the smile that's always etched on his lips makes your palms sweat, especially when they're always so genuine whenever they're directed at you. Skin fair, face as refined as smoothed jade. His expression was a balanced mix of sharp frostiness and a polite gleam of warmth, both authoritative and welcoming.

Immaculate and pristine clothing could only be worn, from his coat, gloves, and even the material of his glasses; all were top quality and handmade by professionals amongst professionals. With each calculated step, his entire being is the epitome of wealth.

So who were you to sully the beauty he has with simple flowers that you've handpicked from the forests you've roamed in? Sure, you've cleaned them as much as you could, but giving him flowers that weren't grown in quality gardens- you'd be ruining his image!

Clutching the DIY bouquet you've organized the flowers in, you almost sank to your knees as you continued to mull over your decisions, sulking right in front of Pantalone's office door. It has been 20 minutes since you arrived and the guards stationed near his office have been pitifully glancing at your predicament.

Just as you were about to take a step back and throw the bouquet you'd made, deciding to just do more commissions and earn more mora (and not use the mora he kept giving you) to buy him something more presentable and pleasing to the eye, Pantalone opened the door.

You froze in your spot, but the grip on the bouquet you held tightened to the point it would've been broken. Pantalone was shocked to see you just standing motionlessly at his door, not expecting you to have you back so soon.

Immediately, Pantalone's expression softened and his smile widened. His shoulders relaxed and his body felt lighter just at the mere sight of you, and the feeling of laughter bubbling up his chest when he saw your stupefied face.

You fought the urge to bolt or throw the flowers in your hands to an unsuspecting guard and pretend as if nothing had happened. You stood your ground, no matter how hard your heart was beating against your ribcage when his eyes traveled down, catching sight of the bouquet.

Pantalone's face evidently brightened at the sight of it, the corners of his lips curving upwards. "For me?" He says in a fond tone as his hands reached for the bouquet, but you instinctively flinch back, surprising Pantalone. You quickly stuttered out; "I-I... yeah, yeah it is..." You learned your throat, averting your eyes from him and shamefully bowing down your head.

"But, well, you shouldn't take it. I just picked them in the forest when I was back in Sumeru because when I saw how pretty the flowers were, I thought about you... They're not high quality, so I can just buy you better ones—" You didn't even realize you'd begun rambling, so you were cut off abruptly when Pantalone took the bouquet from your arms anyways, caressing the petals with his gloved hands, his smile never leaving his handsome face.

Then, he gently grabbed your chin and lifted it up with his index finger and his thumb so you'd look at him eye to eye. Before you could say something, he captured your lips against his, tilting your head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss.

Heat exploded on your face, eyes widening at the sudden kiss but you indulge yourself in it nonetheless, kissing back fervently and clutching his coat shakily. You let out a small noise when Pantalone licked your bottom lip, satisfied at the delectable sight of your red face, before pulling away a little.

"I absolutely love them, my dear." He muttered against your skin, taking a step closer to you. "I'm delighted that even when you're out on your travels, you still think of me, so I will cherish these flowers you've given me, for they remind me of your love for me."

Those words sent chills up your spine, and you couldn't suppress the smile forming on your lips and the sigh of relief that escaped through your nose.

"Now, why don't you tell me more about these flowers?"

As a seasoned adventurer, you've equipped yourself with various knowledge of anything that could help you in your survival in the outside world. Perking up at his request, you eagerly nodded at that as the words spilled from your mouth whilst Pantalone led you inside his office, shutting the door close.

And thus the beginning of you always bringing him a fresh bouquet of flowers every time you come back from your commissions, then recounting your wide knowledge of flora to your lover.

And every time, Pantalone would listen intently, learning how to care for the flowers as per your instruction if it meant he could listen to your voice more with such enthusiasm, quell your feelings of inferiority in your relationship, and ignore his piling paperwork to spend more of his time with you.

The Wanderer never really understood the sentiment of giving flowers to your lover. So what if they gave you flora? They're just plants that look pretty and usually smelled good. It was a romantic gesture, others would say. It shows the thoughtfulness you had for your lover, it's why you'd gift them flowers! But would it still be counted as very thoughtful if it's such a common thing lovers do to one another?

He doesn't truly get it, so he had absolutely no idea how to react when you came back to the camp you set up for the night, a wild grin on your face with a bunch of cuts and bruises on your body, your hair one big mess and your clothes were torn and dirty, though you cradled a bunch of flowers in your arms protectively. Well, besides being concerned for your entire being and getting absolutely mad at your lacking self-preservation.

"Just what were you thinking, picking flowers near a Hilichurl Camp without your weapon!? Are you trying to get yourself killed!?" He scolded you whilst he cleaned your wounds, intentionally adding pressure enough to make you wince and hiss in pain to both stops the blow flowing out and punish you for your foolishness, deathly glaring at you.

But you merely had a sheepish smile on your lips as you watched your lover fuss over your wellbeing, wrapping you in bandages and scolding you like a mother whose child had run off to do whatever. To be fair, he had warned about the Hilichurl camp near yours, and that you both agreed to leave it be for now since it was late at night already, but when he told you to grab more firewood, you still went to the Hiluchurl camp unarmed all because some 'pretty flowers' caught your eyes.

Offering you a fresh set of clothing, he let you get dressed whilst he went back to cooking, eyeing the bundle of flowers you left near him. Just why did you get through all that trouble for a bunch of flowers? You can buy flowers at multiple flower shops all over Teyvat! He doesn't understand at all, grumpily huffing under his breath.

You told him that those flowers were for him, that it was worth the trouble. It took all of his willpower to not smack you with the wooden ladle he had in his hand, only gritting his teeth and glaring at you. But for some reason, you were extremely unbothered by your injuries, only apologizing to your partner for worrying him. You kept caressing the flowers with a big grin on your face, features softening as you admired them.

So, he had to ask. "Is there any other reason why you had to get these for me?" He crossed his arms, eyeing you warily. You never ceased to caress the damp petals of the flowers, only scooping them back in your arms and giving them to him.

"They remind me of you." At your answer, he raised a brow. How does a bunch of flowers remind you of me? "I read in a book once that these rare flowers symbolize new beginnings, a fresh new start, and hope." You started, sitting close to him and leaning your body against his, staring up at the night sky. "They grow in an unhealthy environment and start off like wilting little buds of flowers, but the more it grows, the more it blossoms into a beautiful flower."

Slowly, his eyes trailed down to the flowers in his arms, piecing them together bit by bit in his mind. He held the flowers closer to him as he continued to listen to your words. "In the midst of burnt forests, these flowers usually grow at the heart of the disaster, sprouting beauty in hapless surroundings." You finish with a sparkle in your eyes, now gazing at him fondly.

Trying to hide his expression with his hat, he merely responded with; "Hope and new beginnings truly fit this flower then." Though his voice was steady, the same couldn't be said the same with his body, which lightly trembled. Your hand found itself in his, lacing your fingers together. You were relieved that he didn't pull away from your hold, only squeezing your hand as he hugged the meaningful flowers in his arms.

These flowers greatly reminded you of him. Not only because of its appearance, but also what it symbolizes. You admired him as if he was the flowers that you picked near that Hilichurl camp, marveling at the beauty of his new life, the hope in his eyes, and his will to finally live without the strings that were attached to him.

The Wanderer may never get why other couples would give each other flowers; may never understand what's so sentimental about it, but he now knows why you chose to give him those flowers... And it meant quite a lot to him.

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luvingspence · 2 years ago

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domestic stuff with spencer?

i wanna be his stay at home gf :(((

:(( make myself all pretty for him and send him off to work with lunch :((

i hate the idea of being a stay at home gf but for my favourite fictional bf? anything <3

same!!! being a stay at home wife is a legit fear of mine bc i don’t trust men but for spencer? my baby could never do anything wrong so i’d do anything for him <3 ty for the request lovey!

i wrote two different scenarios for this <3

warnings: nothing, just not proofread!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a lazy day, Spencer was on sabbatical and for once, they were both free and both in the mood to do nothing for a entire Sunday.

Y/n had allowed him to sleep in, she knew Spencer enjoyed a routine, but his routine, with how early he rose and how little he slept, sometimes killed him. He needed rest.

So there she stood in their shared kitchen, cleaning the counter tops and stacking all their mismatched, thrifted dishes. Knowing her boyfriend was still a child at heart she made crepes, full of strawberries and Nutella, drizzled in an amount of honey that would surely sate Spencer’s sweet tooth.

Once finished with the dishes she quietly stepped to the counter, giddily putting Spencer’s breakfast and a glass of orange juice on a bed-tray, excited to treat her love to breakfast in bed.

“G’morning”, she gasped, turning around and seeing her boyfriend padding towards her in the kitchen with sock-clad feet, rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes. “What’s this?”

“It was meant to be a surprise,” she whined, setting the tray on the kitchen table.”

Spencer hummed, stepping closer to her and placing his hands in her hips. “A surprise,” he mused, “for what?”.

Trying to get impossibly closer to him, she smoothed warm, flat palms over his chest and gazed up at him, “you just work so hard, Spence,” she rested her head on his chest, “wanted to do somethin’ nice for you.” she mumbled.

“And you were supposed to sleep in so I could give you your breakfast in bed.” Y/n pouted, Spencer huffed lightly and smiled gently.

“That’s so cute,” he teased, engulfing his girlfriend in a loving hug and rocked her lightly, side to side, “I’m sorry I ruined your surprise, angel.”

“S’okay,” she leaned up and kissed his nose, “just make sure you sleep in next time I turn your alarm off.”

“Duly noted.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Make sure you eat well and take a break, Spence!

Love you, honey!

p.s drink water, less coffee <3

She drew a sweet, endearing little heart at the end of the note and folded it as neatly as she could manage before placing it on top of the tub of leftover pasta she had kept for Spencer’s lunch. Y/n grinned and packed everything into her boyfriends satchel for him.

“Angel, where’s my satchel?”

She fastened the the buckle and skipped to where he was standing in the threshold of the kitchen, “Here, baby, just packed some lunch for you.” She chirped, handing Spencer his work bag and pressed a ginger kiss to his cheek.

Spencer sighed and swiped a thumb gently over her cheekbone, “Thank you, angel.” He grabbed the back of her head softly and brought her forward to plant a kiss on her forehead, “that’s very sweet of you.”

“Well you always forget so someone has to make sure you eat!”

He feigned a gasp of offence, “I do eat! Quite often actually.”

Y/n pouted sarcastically, “Spence, coffee with too much sugar and police station doughnuts don’t count.” She patted his cheek teasingly.

“Now,” pressing his shoulders and pushing him towards the door of their apartment, “off you go, go fight bad guys, do paperwork or whatever it is you guys are gonna get up to today.”

“It’s a paperwork day, I’ll be home for dinner.” He beamed, clearly pleased at being able to return to his girlfriend at a normal time rather than seeing her days after he left for work. Of course he loved his job and the BAU, that place and his co-workers were a second home, but he loved his angel more.

She giggled lightly, “Good, maybe we can go out tonight instead.” She noticed her boyfriend’s perpetually crooked tie and began to fix it for him, “we haven’t done that in a while?”

“A date night sounds nice, angel.”

She nodded, already flicking through potential dresses in her head.

“Now seriously, work!”

“Do you want me to leave or something?”

“No,” she said, “I just don’t want Hotch to fire you.”

“He would never.” Spencer grinned.

“Yeah, well let’s not test him.”

#kacey talks <3 #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #mgg #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff

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vidavalor · 10 months ago

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The Blitz, The B-Side and Baraqiel

Another post in a series about how "The Metatron" in the Final 15 is actually Satan.

This also contains a smidge of requested stuff on Baraqiel, who will get a full meta soon when I'm done with ramblings about The Devil.

The B-Side. Song featured on the other side of a record for another song.

"Peggy Sue." 1957 hit song by Buddy Holly & the Crickets. As mentioned to Aziraphale by Maggie in S2, "Everyday" is the B-Side from the "Peggy Sue" single.

"Everyday." Maggie keeps sending records to The Resurrectionist pub for their jukebox and they send her back copies of "Everyday" because Gabriel's miracle for Beez turns every record they play into that song.

When Maggie turns one of the records over-- the one she gives to Aziraphale-- both sides of the record are "Everyday." The "Peggy Sue" B-Side does not exist because Gabriel has eliminated it from being played at the pub in question, which generates "Peggy Sue"-free records as a result. We'll see a little later in this meta how Gabriel actually told us in 1.01 that he's got no time for "Peggy Sue"...

"Everyday" = The Gabriel and Beez positive ending in S2. Choosing true love and to be with that one particular person who makes everything better.

But it's the B-side to...

"Peggy Sue" = um, not "Everyday"-- more the opposite of that-- as outlined below:

Peggy. Nickname for Margaret.

Sue. Nickname for Susan, the root meaning of which is roses of Sharon.

Greta. Shortened version of Margareta. Derived from Margaret.

Fraulein Greta Kleinschmidt... aka Captain Rose Montgomery ="Peggy Sue".

Marguerite's. French restaurant on Whickber St. Name means "Margaret" in French. Covered in roses. Making it also "Peggy Sue" and tying The Blitz, Part 1's Greta/Rose conflict directly to 2.06's Metatron/Devil conversation at Marguerite's.

Marguerite's is run by and likely owned by Justine. It is the location of both Crowley and Aziraphale's smitten would-be date conversation while it was open and, while it was closed, Aziraphale's conversation with "The Metatron."

It is where Aziraphale is tempted by "The Metatron"-- who is really on the opposite "side" from what he appears to be. He is not really "the Rose" but "the Greta"-- The Devil.

Bara. Japanese for "rose", in a pejorative sense (similar to the English "pansy".)

Baraqiel... aka Crowley. Pictured above at Marguerite's beside a romantic red rose. The actual anti-fascist involved in 1941 and still in the present and whose side Aziraphale should choose. Greta is a spy pretending to be Rose but Rose doesn't really exist; Crowley is a demon who pretends to be an angel whose name partially means "Rose"... and Crowley and Aziraphale both found out together long ago that the demons can still do angelic miracles so, for all intents and purposes, Baraqiel is real.

In S1, Aziraphale is the self-proclaimed "*the* Southern pansy." In S2, Crowley's B-side fake angel identity of Baraqiel is revealed and part of the etymology there relates to roses.

Justine. Means "just" and "fair." When Marguerite's is open, Justine is there, which relates to that sense of what is right and good and true. Crowley and Aziraphale are at Marguerite's together in S2 when it is open. Their relationship is right and true and fair and good. Aziraphale talks there with "The Metatron" when the restaurant is closed and Justine is nowhere to be found. No Justine and the closed restaurant = foreboding as all fuck.

Marguerite's. Justine's restaurant, where, as we've said, Crowley and Aziraphale met during its open hours. Means "of-- or belong to--Margaret" in French.

French. Aziraphale can't get decent crepes anywhere outside of Paris. And the brioche. And the oui est la plume de la jardiniere de ma tante? flirting outside Marguerite's in S2. C'est si romantique...

Margaret. Means "pearl." Pearls are the rare jewels found in oysters. Like the ones Crowley and Aziraphale went out for in Rome on the day they also first shared some oysters.

Montgomery. Captain Rose Montgomery, the B-side fake identity of Fraulein Greta Kleinschmidt. Mont from the Latin for "mountain" and the rest from the Greek "gomari"-- meaning "to load"/"to carry a load or a pack while climbing/man carrying a pack." Means "mountain-climbing person."

"Climb Every Mountain." The Big Damn Song from 'The Sound of Music'. God's favorite tune and the corporate mandate of Heaven, the inhabitants of which do not understand this message or live these values at all. Crowley and Aziraphale get the themes of this musical but seem to have yet to figure out how much they are like the lead characters or that they're in a story that partially parallels this musical.

Maggie. Nickname for (and name derived from) Margaret. Shares a root name with Greta.

Greta. Witnessed Crowley turn up to protect Aziraphale in the church, in a scene in which had matrimonial undertones. Her recruiting of Aziraphale-- that relationship-- prompted Crowley into a romantic gesture.

"...American expression-- played for suckers!" and Aziraphale's gasp at the reveal of Rose as Greta. This all happened *before* Crowley came into the scene. Crowley then confirmed that the trio were "a bunch of half-witted Nazi spies" and that Greta was not really British intelligence.

Maggie. Her talk with Crowley-- which she talked Nina into doing-- prompts Crowley into something circling close to a proposal before it all went off the rails.

"...human expression-- hold that thought!" and Aziraphale's gasp at the reveal by Crowley that the being who had arrived was The Metatron. Crowley, as we'll look at in another meta, is the one who actually helps "the Greta" of this scene hide his identity-- against his will... the mirrored opposite of 1941.

Sister Margareta. The sweet but kind of empty-headed nun that defends Maria during "(How Do You Solve a Problem Like) Maria" in 'The Sound of Music'. As all the other nuns are bashing Maria to The Mother Abbess and saying that she doesn't have what it takes to be a nun, Sister Margareta sings that she'd "like to say a word on her behalf/Maria/makes me/laugh."

Gabriel. Sister Margareta.

Gabriel is Margareta-- is Margaret, is a Peggy. Crowley is Baraqiel-- is Rose, is a Sue. So, Gabriel and Crowley together = our third example of a Peggy Sue scenario. The conflict of Aziraphale between Gabriel or a statue of Gabriel-- representing Heaven-- and Crowley... visually represented in the sushi scene (Crowley presence in significant absence) and in 1827, etc...

Also, just for those who watched Mad Men and think the idea of "Don" being "a Peggy" is fun because Don Draper and Peggy Olson were two peas in a pod...

Back to Good Omens... and over to Gabriel's first scene. So, what famously doesn't our favorite nun Sister Margareta aka Jimbriel do?

Aziraphale-- and the audience-- might not realize it at first but Gabriel is actually not really pointing at the sushi in this scene... at least not exclusively. He doesn't actually comment on the sushi at all, even when it's what Aziraphale defends. What's grossing out The Supreme Archangel here is the tea. The tea is at what Gabriel is pointing when he says "that" and on what he remarks when he tells us what he does not do as a character:

"I do not sully the celestial temple of my body with... rose matter."

The "Rose Matter." The "Peggy Sue" conflict. Aziraphale's core conflict of being a good angel versus being a good person and how his love for Crowley is at the nexus of all of that. First alluded to in the sushi scene. Gabriel informs us right at the start that he'll be peacing out of all of that nonsense lol-- he doesn't give enough of a fuck to be all that concerned as to what their abusers think of them and he'll be around later to teach Aziraphale how to drink far less of "the tea"-- what people say-- at some point. He doesn't quite yet get his own role in why Aziraphale does at that point in 1.01 but he'll start to as a result of S2.

Finally, there's that Gabriel just thinks tea itself-- the beverage-- is disgusting, setting Gabriel up for his hot chocolate orgasm in S2. He's going to "dump the tea in the harbor" in S2 as the resident "American" angel, after all. No "Peggy Sue" pining rose-related shit for Gabriel, thanks-- just "Everyday."

But also...

Rose Matter. Rose petals. Components of rose tea. Gabriel's comment tells us what Aziraphale ordered to drink at the sushi restaurant in 1.01, when he was supposed to meet Baraqiel for dinner. Who is Crowley. Ya know, this Crowley...

...ooh la la, Aziraphale...

Gabriel does not sully the celestial temple of his body with rose matter but Aziraphale consumes all sorts of-- ahem, right, anyway! this was about The Devil lol...

Kleinschmidt. Klein = "small". Greta is a small person-- she is not empathetic, not kind, not forward-thinking. "Schmidt" = "smith", as a blacksmith/metalworker. Someone who makes tools. Kleinschmidt = Small toolmaker.

"And you will be a tool of that glorious destiny." What Hastur tells Crowley in 1.01 when he tells him that Satan has picked him to usher Armageddon and the demonic victory the demons assume will happen.

Toolmaker. The Devil. Kleinschmidt. Small toolmaker. Greta is "the little devil"-- the small plot that both foreshadows and sets up the big one with The Devil himself.

A church. Where the Nazis meet Aziraphale in 1941. Its pastor is nowhere to be found and its altar has been claimed by Nazis, who are planning to murder Aziraphale in this church. A "holy" place that seems of Heaven (the side of "good", supposedly, not really) but is actually evil.

"The Metatron." The being to whom Aziraphale speaks in the Final 15 of 2.06. Seems of Heaven. Actually The Devil.

First little mini post on this topic:

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens meta #good omens theory #good omens 2 #the metatron #final fifteen #the final fifteen #final 15 #ineffable divorce #archangel fucking gabriel

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