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So does Conner canonically have a second name that starts with an L or do I have to headcanon one myself?
Because I cannot and will not accept that a Luthor without a second L name exist.
#you could go the anthony janthony crowley way#Connor Lonnor Kent-Luthor#or ill just assign him one i guess#louis?#Lucas?#Linus?#okay wait#luther#maybe he bitched that kons last name is kent and thats why he got to choose the second name#and just to be an asshole he chooses Luther#and now that poor kid is Connor Luther Kent#snd while supes is dead again or offworld or whatever#lex illegaly gets custody over kon#and now he has to be Connor Luther Lother-Kent#*Conner Luther Luthor-Kent#clark calls him conner kent and lex calls him luther lo#and kon hates both and marrys tim snd ends up just being Connor Wayne#the end#swugs ted talk#clark kent#lex luthor#conner kent#kon el kent#kon el#kal el#tim drake#tim drake wayne#timkon#i have no idea how any of those names are spelled anymore#clex
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hi hello may I request soft/angsty! absconding w harry concepts? through some *vague handwaving* circumstances harry gets deaged, so crowley and aziraphale have to deal w 5/6 yr old harry both soft BABEY shenanigans but also them realizing the extent of harry's neglect/abuse bc he's not quite old enough to try to hide it
"Okay, so, maybe I didn't think this through." a Anthony J-for-Janthony Crowley stared at the trembling five year old staring at him in the middle of the bookshop.
"Really?" Aziraphale said. "I couldn't tell."
Crowley gave The Angel of The Lord™ a glare from behind his sunglasses. The glare was lost on Aziraphale because: 1) sunglasses, and 2) the Angel didn't care about his glaring.
"In my defence," Crowley began, before he stopped. "Listen," he tried again. "I thought it wouldn't work." He shrugged a shoulder—a little helplessly, but not too helplessly; after all, demon. "It's not like you thought it'd work either!"
Crowley pointed a finger at The Angel of The Lord™. "Besides," he continued. "Why do you even have that book? I thought Heaven went and burnt all the copies; even the one they had in the Golden Library."
Aziraphale, sneaky bastard that he was, shifted on his feet and smiled that awkward, I-appear-innocent-and-harmless-but-really-I'm-not smile of his. "Ah, well. Funny story that." The Angel's hands fidgeted with a button on his vest. "I was minding the library that day—as a favour, you know—and—well—I couldn't just let a book be burnt because it contained some Forbidden Knowledge now, could I? What sort of bibliophile would I be if I'd let that happen? So I..."
"You stole it."
"I liberated it."
"You nicked it."
"I rescued it from an undeserving fate."
"You absconded with a book from the bloody Golden Library and hid it here in this bookshop mortals visit and left it on a shelf a twelve-year-old could reach it!"
Aziraphale grimaced. "Yes," he said. "I—uh—suppose that's accurate."
Crowley sighed. "How long does it last?"
The Angel studied the book on the table—open on the page with the spell Mortals Should Not Try—and frowned. "Ah, well," he began.
"Well?"
"It—uhm—oh my." Aziraphale looked at the twelve- now five-year-old still stood in the middle of the bookshop. He hadn't spoken the entire time; or moved. "We need to provide something that was lacking at the time the spell has returned him to."
Crowley frowned. "Provide what?"
"I'm afraid it doesn't specify."
"So how'd we figure out what he needs?" Crowley glared at the book. That, at least, trembled; good, it should fear him. "Does he need a trip to Disneyland or—I don't know—the zoo, Angel?"
Aziraphale closed the book with a SNAP of pages, and turned his attention to the temporary five-year-old. "Harry," he said, in that Kind™ way of his. "Can you tell me how you feel right now? We need to understand what happened and how best to help you, but we need to you to tell us how you're feeling."
Harry stared at Aziraphale with those big, green eyes of his. Aziraphale and Crowley could both see the wariness in his eyes; the kid was weighing up what answer to give.
"I'm hungry."
Aziraphale blinked. "I can make you a sandwich."
"And cold."
Crowley snapped his fingers. A blanket settled on Harry's shoulders. "Solved."
Harry stared at Crowley. He stared at the blanket on his shoulders. He stared at Aziraphale. "How-"
"Magic," Crowley answered the question Harry began to ask. "It's magic. You have magic too. That's why you're five right now. You're normally twelve. You look the same but you're a bit taller at twelve."
Harry bit his lip. "The same?"
Aziraphale nodded. "Yes, you still have the same hairstyle, same face. Though we acquired new spectacles for you, and a far nicer wardrobe than your previous one," the Angel told Harry.
"Why?"
Crowley saw Aziraphale frown. He stepped in to answer before the Angel could Be A Little Offended At Being Asked Why He Would Be Kind.
"You're our kid, why wouldn't we get you new things to wear?"
Harry's eyes, already wide, grew bigger. His mouth dropped open a little. He looked like a fish, but in a cute way. How fish could be cute, Crowley wasn't quite sure, but goldfish were kinda okay...
"Your kid?" Harry blinked several times. "Wha- I- My Aunt and Uncle-"
"We adopted you," Aziraphale said. The Angel's voice was as gentle as downy feathers were soft. "You live with us, here, Harry. You don't- you will never sleep in a cupboard again. You have your own room. You have friends who visit. You read many books and have fun. You're not-" Aziraphale stopped. He bit his own lip.
"You're not alone, anymore," Crowley told the five-year-old. "You'll never be alone."
Harry looked at Crowley. "Oh."
Aziraphale and Crowley glanced at each other. They communicated perfectly in that moment, and knelt down in front of Harry. "Can we- would you- uh-"
Crowley rolled his eyes at the Angel's dithering. "Can we hug you, Harry?"
Harry stared at them. "No one has ever hugged me before," he told them, sounding confused and hopeful and a little bit scared.
Crowley didn't like feeling rage. He didn't. It was loud and demanding and always gave him a headache after. He was okay with anger. Frustration. Ire. But rage... Now that was a whole 'nother kettle of fish.
Unfortunately, Harry's words brought out rage. He hid it away, and let Harry tuck himself between an Angel and a Demon. But Crowley promised—he promised—that Vernon and Petunia Dursley would know no joy, no pleasure, no happiness in life. They would feel nothing good.
And with the rage of One Of The Fallen, the universe moved to make it so.
The hug, at least, broke the spell and returned their twelve-year-old Harry to them, who didn't let go of them both. If anything, Harry hugged them tighter.
"Thank you," he mumbled into Aziraphale's shoulder.
"For what, dear one?" The Angel asked, stroking the crown of Harry's head.
"For giving me my first hug when I was five," Harry answered. He lifted his head enough to look at them both. "I always wondered who the people who hugged me were, even if I couldn't remember what they'd said until now."
Crowley and Aziraphale stared at Harry. Crowley looked at Aziraphale. Aziraphale looked at Crowley.
Neither of them could explain Harry's memories. His five-year-old self shouldn't remember them, not the way he so clearly did before the spell. That... This reeked of something Bigger Than Them pulling some strings.
Crowley wasn't sure he liked that thought or not, so he did what he did best; he shoved it aside in his brain to focus on the now. He'd ask questions later, in his flat, where the fallout wouldn't affect his Angel and their kid.
Hopefully.
#Absconding with Harry verse#AwHv#Good Omens#HP#HP/GO#Aziraphale#Crowley#Harry Potter#Fic prompt#Fic fill#Ask#Nonnie talk
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Maybe it’s the New Yorker in me but I don’t understand why fandom is always writing and drawing Crowley moving in with Aziraphale after Armageddidn’t. Like, yes, okay, I know why - the bookshop feels much homier than Crowley’s flat so we like to picture them there - but consider:
There is no evidence that Aziraphale has any living space whatsoever besides the back room. Does he have a bedroom? Does he have a kitchen? He loves going out to eat, why would he bother? All he needs is an electric kettle and a bottle opener. (If he needs a sink, there’s probably a restroom for the customers with one, but he could just miracle things clean.) Like, yeah, there’s no reason there couldn’t be a flat above the shop, but there’s also no reason there would be.
Conversely, we know Crowley sleeps, so he probably has a bedroom. Yes, everything in his apartment is gray and hard but it’s still better designed for living in and not just thinking of ways not to sell books.
The bookshop is already completely overstuffed. Where is Crowley going to put the Mona Lisa sketch? The fucking angels statue? The plants? Whereas it would be super easy to miracle up a squishy couch and some bookshelves in all those empty spaces in his apartment.
THAT SQUARE FOOTAGE, THOUGH. THOSE HIGH CEILINGS. KEEP THAT APARTMENT UNTIL THE HEAT DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE, ANTHONY JANTHONY.
I don’t know. I’ve liked a lot of fic and art where Crowley moves in with Aziraphale, but it always feels a bit like squishing Crowley into a world that is already completely full of Aziraphale. All that lonely space in his flat means there’s room to bring in enough of Aziraphale to make a home that’s a blend of both of them. It feels more balanced to me.
Anyway. More of Aziraphale miracle-ing up tartan pillows to get comfy on all that gray brutalist furniture, thank you!
(and eventually the cottage in the south downs obvs)
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8, 11, 20 and 48?
8, 11, 20 and 48?
8. Favorite trope towrite.
Cool Smarmy Bastard AssholeWho Is Actually A Major Softie And Only Shows It Around Their Favorite Person.For Evidence, see: Eliot Spencer, Ezekiel Jones and, most recently added tothis illustrious list, Anthony Janthony Crowley.
There’s just something so*chef’s kiss* about a character who talks a great game during the day, keepscool during the crisis at hand and then completely melts into their s.o.’s armsas soon as the lights go out and I don’t care if there are a million fics aboutthese characters and this trope already, I’ll keep adding more and you can’tstop me.
11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish.
- Idea strikes. This can be a line, part of aconversation or just a general ‘huh that scene’d be cool. Occasionally, it’s apun. This is the most annoying thing of all
- Put off writing and let the Idea ferment for abit because the couch is comfy and to write I have to actually get up and go tomy Writing Computer (first world problem I know but writing on my laptop sucks,believe me)
- Idea keeps walking around banging pots and pansin my brain until it becomes impossible to ignore
- Grumble and groan and switch on WritingComputer
- Put on Ambient Noise Video on Youtube.Something with fire or a thunderstorm (or both) usually works best
- *insert gif of furious typing* occasionally interruptedby research or snack or water breaks
- No beta we die like men
- Post
- Keep pressing that refresh button on the AO3stats page while watching the hit/kudo counter like a hawk
- Go to bed exhausted
- Eat, sleep, wake up, repeat
20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.
I’ve got a bunch of GoodOmens WIPs now but since I know you’re not into that (yet), I’ll post somethingelse. This is a deleted scene from the (for now abandoned) Keep the Home Fires Burning, and it was supposed to be part of the ending until Idecided against making it a Librarians/Leverage crossover.
There was someoneyelling in the hallway.
Now was that not unusualin itself; whoever thought that British politics were a model of decorum andtranquility, had never been inside the backrooms of Westminster. But what wasunusual, Aloysius thought as he looked up from his paperwork with an irritatedfrown, was that it was a distinctively American voice, shouting at whoever wasoutside to let him through so he could break that slippery bastard’s neck soget out of the way or I’ll start by breaking yours.
Aloysius sighed. He hadbeen expecting this.
He put down his pen andgot up to open the door. He was met with a rather unusual sight: a short,stocky man in plaid flannel and jeans, his face red with fury under hisquivering semi-mohawk, was accosting his clerk Jeremy, who was doing a verydecent job at not trembling with fear. ‘He’s busy,’ Jeremy squeaked, inchingbackwards as the other man (Aloysius had already dubbed him ‘cowboy’) marchedforward with a snarl. ‘He’s not seeing anybody right now!’
‘I will make anexception,’ Aloysius said coolly. ‘Mr. Stone, I presume?’
The angry man turned andglared. ‘You Uncle Al?’ he asked, contempt dripping off every syllable. ‘Yougot something of mine. I want it back.’
‘Let’s talk inside,’Aloysius said, stepping aside to let Mr. Stone stomp into his office. The manreally was an exceptionally excitable fellow, it seemed. But then again, AgentJones had not been possessed of the best of tempers either. They would havemade a fitting pair, Aloysius mused, closing the door.
Such a shame.
‘Mr. Stone, may I onceagain start by expressing my…’ he started, and then stopped.
It was like atransformation took place right in front of his eyes, even though nothingreally happened. Mr. Stone did not change his clothing, or his hair, oranything else about his person to warrant such a dramatic shift, but when heturned around, Aloysius could not see one trace of the man he had just let intohis office two seconds ago. All the anger had gone, the tension sliding awayfrom his posture like water off a window pane; instead he stood easily, hisshoulders relaxed and his hands tucked into the pockets of those atrociousjeans, surveying the tastefully decorated office with an almost amused quirk tohis mouth before he turned to Aloysius.
And smiled.
‘Mr. Aloysius,’ he said,his voice now a pleasant Southern drawl. He held out his hand. ‘I’m sorry. Youseem to be laboring under some misapprehension. Don’t worry, it happens a lot.Though it’s usually the other way around,’ he added with a crooked grin.
Aloysius stepped back.Because that was not a friendly grin and the blue eyes that had been smilingjust a second ago, were now looking at him with an ice cold light that Aloysiusknew all too well.
‘Who are you?’ he asked.There had been nothing in Mr. Stone’s file to indicate the man was dangerous;he was just an oil rig worker and art historian, a bit prone to violence and hecould hold his own in a bar brawl, but he was not a stone cold killer.
But the man in front ofhim was. The man in front of him practically radiated danger, from the tips ofthat ridiculous Mohawk to the toes of his scruffy cowboy boots and if Aloysiuslooked closer at those cold blue eyes, he could see the pits of hell wavingback.
‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ the manwho was not Mr. Stone said again as he took a hold of Aloysius’ hand. Hesuddenly stood uncomfortably close. Aloysius had not even noticed him moving.‘I’m his brother. Eliot Spencer. You may have… No, no, no, none of that,’ hesaid as Aloysius’ knees gave out from under him. ‘Let’s talk first.’
48. Favorite genre to write in.
I love me some good old (Emotional)Hurt/Comfort, especially when combined with the Smarmy Asshole Secretly Softietrope above!
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I've been thinking about the whole Crawly/Crowley name-changing thing, and what it means, like how did Crowley end up with that name anyway, and where do demon names come from. And also how did Aziraphale learn of his name, since Crowley didn't seem to like it. Here are a few possibilities:
1- Demons all named themselves. This is a really cool idea becaise self-naming is cool, and if you notice the Demons don't seem to care that Crowley changed his name, which supports a self-determination culture. But that would mean Crowley picked "Crawly" as his name which is the kind of behaviour I expect from a 10yo not a supernatural being that helped shape the stars?? Can you imagine Crowley going "Uh, I'm a snake, call me Crawly"? Pros: Big dumbass energy. The kind of person who probably would sign down his own name Anthony Janthony Crowley. This theory also implies that Crowley changed his name because he matured, and changed, maybe by influence of his living among humans. Cons: it doesn't mash well with the book, where Crowley's thinking of changing his name by the first chapter. Also there's this scene in which Hastur tells him to sign his real name and he signs with a demonic sigil, which suggests that demons have a "real" name and can only choose their "social" name, so to speak. Would "Crawly" be his real name? I don't buy that. Maybe demon names are all chosen because their "real" names are secret.
2 - Someone else gave the demons names when they Fell. Maybe it was the Almighty, or the Archangels, or Satan. Either way Crowley must have pissed someone off before the names were given. If it was the angels, then we can think of all the names as mockery. If it was Satan... Well, maybe he gave actual names to his closest friends and his creativity ran out long before he got to Crowley. Maybe there are a bunch of other demons out there named Jumpy and Spotty and such, maybe the demons were named as if by a young child naming a dog. Pros: Crowley changing his name becomes this real self-determination story, big trans energy, very beautiful. Cons: am I supposed to believe that other demons kind of just accepted their new names? Big cis energy. Dislike.
3 - Idk abt the other demons but maybe Crowley was actually named by Adam, the original. Ppl usually assume that Adam came into being as a fully formed adults but it's perfectly likely that he was a child first, and gave names to what he saw in his childhood. *Points at a snake* crawly. I buy that. Pros: Crowley meets Adam as a child, sees him grow, maybe sees Eve grow too? Much space for fanfic. Also nice symbolism, meshes well with the symbolism of Adam Young naming Dog and all that jazz. Being named by Adam could make Crowley more human. Or is it watching a child grow that does that? Also there's a nice parallel between giving the humans the Apple and latee showing Jesus all the kingdoms of the world that I hadn't noticed before. Anyway I think I like this one. Alternatively: Eve gave him his name. Cons: Crowley would have to change the name Adam gave him? But that's kind of ok because changing a name doesn't mean forsnaking the person who gave you the name, and also if he had good memories with that name it would help understand why he changed his name to something so similar.
4 - Maybe there are no rules and the demons named each others like a group of friends giving each other nicknames. That's how Beelzy gets a buzzy name, and Crawley probably gets a squirm-ish name because he is that one friend that kinda tags along and is part of the group but that's nobody's close friend and is always mocked at parties. Pros: Crowley is the outsider from day one, he kinda hates other demons but also tries to fit in from day one, changing his name becomes a big self-determination+leaving toxic relationships behind moment, also a kind of coming-of-age metaphor. Cons: it's a bit... odd that the other demons accept his name change. Usually toxic friend groups are very attached to the past. But I guess it could happen. This kinda makes me remember some people in my own life and it makes me unconfortable.
So.
Given these possibilities, how does Aziraphale learn "Crawly"s name? I suppose Crowley could have introduced himself back in the garden, but for #4 that would be extremely weird like "hi, please call me by this nickname I hate", although I've seen people do that (and anyway I guess some ppl are happy to have a nickname even if they dislike it). Or maybe Aziraphale heard the other demons calling him that name, which would make sense for 1, 2 and 4 but maybe not 3, unless demons do choose their own name and Crowley chose the name that Adam/Eve gave him.
Have I spent the better part of a day thinking about this? Yes.
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