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gadriezmannsgirl · 4 months

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Hi, I absolutely love your writing!

I wanted to ask if you could write a Fermín x reader where reader works at the club as one of the fitness trainers and Fermín has the biggest crush on her, and gets teased all the time by his teammates because he get’s completely flustered all the time she helps him with something. At the end he is tired of their teasing and finally asks her out, and he’s really shy toward her. Thank you ❤️

My first Fermín fic ever🥹✨🫶🏼 Hope you'll like this, please let me know, feedback is really important to me!

By Your Side -F.L32

Summary: You're his fitness trainer but he wants you to be something more

You were dreaming. You felt like you were even though you knew you weren't. Dreams do come true. You remember crying when you graduated with honors at School of Physical Activity and Sport Sciences, but you cried even more knowing that the FC Barcelona wanted you to do your internship with them after creating a customized training program.

Not only you got to met your favorite players, you got to work with them and be part of your favorite club, being someone important in the team and for them to take your words and opinions into consideration. To ask you questions, guides on how to be better, how to work out to avoid an injury...

However, being young and female, people- mostly men, liked to make fun of it. Why would a girl be doing in a men's world? Thank heavens, your club supported you and praised you for your hard work and mostly, the ones who were doing it were the players. You had to be constantly around them, making a diet, doing a program, training and everything...

So it wasn't hard for you to get along with them and mostly with the younger ones like Ferran, Pedri, Lamine, Marc G, Gavi, Alejandro and Fermín. You joked with them and had a running joke with each one, your banter only understandable by you guys.

On the other hand, crushing over one of the players? Now, that wasn't on your list but you couldn't help it, he's sweet and funny, shy and aggressive, soft outside the pitch and hard inside, he's very intelligent and hardworking, treating you right in and outside work.

You sighed watching his name in your list. Fermín López.

And a small smile broke into your face.

There was one thing everyone understood but you. Fermín's crush on you. He didn't meant it. You are pretty, yes. But once he got to know you his attraction for you went more than just looks. Every time he spent with you, he fell more for you. And everyone knew it. And often he got teased by it.

Whenever you passed by, stopped to talk or even when your name was mentioned in a conversation, the tables would turn and the teasing would get to him, making him shake his head at his friends and coworkers while hang his head low for no one to see the obvious blush that covered his cheeks.

"Pero pídele una cita, chaval" (Ask her out on a date, dude) Ferran said hitting Fermín's shoulder

"¿Podréis parar un poco?" (Can you stop for a little bit?) Fermín said looking at both, Ferran and Lamine

"Venga, Trujillo" (C'mon, Trujillo) Pedri appeared in his other side "You never know if she wants it, as well"

"She's just our fitness trainer tho. I wouldn't want her to end up in a mess just because I like her"

"You never know what can happen, Fer" Ferran said patting his back "The worst thing could be her ending up fired" All the looks went to Ferran "What?"

"Tiburón, mejor no hables" (Shark, it's better if you don't talk) Pedri said shaking his head at his best friend's antics

"Bueno... That's a posibility" Fermín said sighing

"I mean, it is. But it doesn't have to be like that"

"Sorry the interruption" You said "Pedri, you're doing it wrong" You smile "No wonder why you get easily injured" You joke shaking your head softly

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm fragile!" You stopped smiling giving him the right instructions

"Leg pulled out completely and chin up, go now" You said before turning to Fermín "Your back, señor" You said straightening your back to show him "Good!" You smile "Keep the work, guys"

"Gracias, Y/N/N" He said in a breath as you smile at him

They saw how you went up to Gündogan and Cancelo who were doing push-up's.

"Stop drooling" Lamine said as both, Ferran and Pedri laughed as Fermín wanted to stop what he was doing and hit the back of the youngest head

"Si queréis, la próxima lo gritas más fuerte" (If you want, next time you scream it louder) Fermín said

"I can do that" The youngest didn't catched on Fermin's sarcasm

"And if he can't, we for sure can" Raphinha said with Jules besides him

"No ustedes también, por favor" (Not you too guys, please) Fermín said putting his head on his hands

"What's going on?" Frenkie says drying his face with a towel

"Fermín's crush on Y/N"

"Right! Are you going to tell her?" Frenkie asks winning a groan from him and a round of laughter from the guys

"Can you at least keep it down, guys? By the end of the routine she'll know about it"

"Is it a good or a bad thing?" Robert, who now joined to conversation, asked. Fermín let out a sigh when he saw you walk out the training room

"A very bad one"

"Why?"

"Because she's our fitness trainer and she could get in trouble?"

"Everyone knows you're friends outside this place with her and no one is commenting a thing on it-"

"As they should" Fermín said nodding his head

"So I don't think they'll say something if you ask her out on a date" Robert shrugged his shoulders

"But what if-?"

"Stop with that, you never know what might happen if you never try it" Araújo says with a smile "Besides, she might as well like you"

"And then you'll be a happy couple" Marc Casadó said

"Happy ever after, isn't it?" Oriol joked making everyone laugh and Fermín blush

"Stop guys" He said standing up from the machine "I'll be going"

"You can do it!"

"Good luck, chaval!" Gündogan yelled being followed by everyone

Once Fermín was out the training room, he pushed his weight onto the door, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He loved his co-workers, teammates and his friends to death but dear god-

"Hola Fermín"

"¡Puta madre!" (Fuck's sake!) Fermín yelled out startled and startling you as well

"Hostias, I know I don't look good in my work clothes but it's not like that"

"No! No. You look great! You look great, believe me. I just didn't expect it" You laugh lightly seeing him worried

"I was kinda joking, Trujillo. Calm down" He blushed smiling at the nickname while you laughed softly

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"You're blushing"

"I'm sweaty, that's why" You both laugh as he tries to calm himself down

"Sure, of course" You nod giggling

"Pero que tú tambien estás sonrojada" (But you're also blushing)

"It's hot today!"

"Such a liar you are!" You laugh sticking your tongue out

"But in all seriousness... are you feeling okay? I saw you coming out from the room and you looked anxious. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine! I'm just overthinking some things" You nod

"I gotcha" You said crossing your arms over your chest "You wanna talk about it?"

Fermín looks at you and frowns "Don't cross your arms like that"

"Over my chest?" He nods "Why?"

"You instantly frown and your smile disappears. You're prettier while smiling" You blushed and smiled

"You're distracting me from your problem"

"That's my problem"

"I'm being serious"

He giggles "So am I" He says shrugging his shoulders

"Fermín"

"¿Qué?" He laughs

"I'm serious"

"I'm not having any problem, Y/N" He smiles "It was mainly just some things, the guys were saying"

"What did they say?"

"It was some teasing but it's a pretty serious thing for me and I get them but I don't think they get me"

"You can tell me, you know? I'm always here to help you"

"It's a complicated theme"

"I can understand"

"I'm okay, Y/N"

"C'mon, Fer. I know we're at work right now but we're friends. You can tell me anything"

Fermin sighs "It's really complicated"

"I have time" Fermín smiles shaking his head "Is it about football?" He shakes his head "College?" No again "Family?" No "A girl?" He doubts lightly before shaking his head "It's a girl"

"No"

"Don't lie, López" He smiles looking at the floor

"I like this girl, I have been crushing on her for the longest time possible but I'm afraid because of some things"

"What things?" You ask

"Her job first of all and what people can say about that"

"Is that just it?"

"I'm also afraid she doesn't like me back"

"How could anyone not like you, Fer? You're amazing. Come on, tell me more about this girl" You start walking

"Where are you going?"

"We're gonna have a talk, Fermín!"

"Wait...!"

He ran after you as you got to your office "Get ready, I want details"

Fermín looked at you as you were picking up some papers and making your office more presentable than it was already

Suddenly he felt his blood running through his whole body and remembered every teasing the guys made

"You need a tissue, man. You have drool on your chin", "Go ask her out", "Training with more passion are we now, huh Fer?"

"The girl" You hum letting him know to continue "The girl I'm talking about..." You lift your head to see him "It's you"

"You say what?"

"I like you" He said nodding "But I'm scared because you're our fitness trainer and I don't want to cause you any kind of problem. I don't want people to judge you nor your well deserved spot on this team and I have been into you ever since you came here 'cus you're gorgeous, sweet, smart, funny and many things that I wouldn't be able to describe with words" He shrugs his shoulders with a soft smile "But I don't know..." He said looking at the floor as you smiled

"Really?" He nods

"I'm sorry if-"

"That's a good thing to know then" you cut him off "'cus I like you too"

"Really?" His head lifts, his eyes shine and in his face was a smile

"Yes" You said blushing by the intensity of the eye contact held between the two of you

"That's amazing!" You both laugh "I'm sorry"

"It's fine, Fer. It's okay"

"Would you... Uhmm... I don't- I mean... Would you like to go with me on a date?" You smile nodding

"Sure" You smile "Is 7pm good for you?"

"Yes! Yes, of course! It works for me" He smiles and giggles. You smile back. "Do you want me to pick you up?" You nod

"That's perfect!"

"Perfect" He breathed out with a smile

"Great"

"Great" You laugh

"¡Fermín! ¡You're missing one repetition!"

"Not to kick you out but you should go" You said as he nods laughing

"I should"

"And go there jogging. You stopped excercising a while ago I wouldn't like for you to get a cramp"

"Yes, miss" He smiled getting out of your office.

You stayed there looking at your door. Damn, your cheeks hurt for smiling so much. But it was something he gets out of you easily. He makes you happy.

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shinescape · 8 months

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Chosen for Heaven, Cursed for Love

Mingi x Fem Reader

tw: blood, injury, it is pretty angsty

note: finally an official oneshot for my cutie patootie song mingi! I have held this idea for so long and finally got to it! Also didn’t expect it to be this long considering how i kind of lost my rhythm in writing and do note this is a work of fiction. Enjoy the read!

“never talk to strangers.”

“do not open the door to anyone.”

You’ve been told this many times by your mother. Growing up she was always protective of you but in a slightly unnecessary way in your opinion. You know she meant well but you are practically an adult now and although she doesn’t remind you of the warnings anymore, her voice is clear as the first time you heard it when you were a child. It was more prominent the moment your eyes stared right at a figure dragging himself outside the road.

The thunders were exceptionally active tonight and you were binge watching a series but something at the back of your mind told you to pause and head straight to the window. Following your instincts, carefully you stepped closer to the window, pushing the curtains just enough for you to see the situation outside.

It was still raining but not as harsh as earlier when you were having dinner with both your mother and grandmother. Three women in a house together somehow made you feel the need to be extra protective like how your mother was to you. As the youngest in the household, naturally you were to obey the elders, especially your grandmother.

However, the sight of a lone man with head hung low dragging himself in the pouring rain made you want to act on impulse. You could not make it clearly but it seems there’s a trail of liquid behind him. It made you extremely curious. Not thinking of the consequences, you were determined to find out what you saw was real or just a fragment of imagination.

Looking back at their bedrooms to make sure none of the two was awake, you grabbed the keys and carefully unlocked the door and went out. Only then you realised that there was no need to be quiet because it was raining so heavily. The road was empty except for the man and without a second thought you ran towards him not expecting him to stop for you.

“Excuse me, are you lost?” Just then you realised that this would be a perfect scene in a horror movie and how dumb of you to not calculate your actions before deciding to casually talk with this stranger.

You expected him to be frail but the closer you were now, he was tall and had quite a build. His eyes were shaped in a way that would pierce through your heart like daggers but it suddenly softened when he took in your features.

“...princess” he mumbled out but you couldn’t hear due to the storm and held his arm instead. “Your back is bleeding, did you get into an accident?” He said nothing and only had a very solemn expression across his wet face.

You knew this was crazy but if this is how you die then so be it. “I don’t think the rain will stop any time soon. Do you mind coming with me?” Your mother will faint if she knew what you were doing right at the moment.

Again, he said nothing but slightly turned around letting you guide him. You passed a smile before letting go of his hand a walk ahead, actually feeling scared for your life. There is no turning back, I already invited him over.

You tried to calm your heartbeat and steadied your breath as you stepped onto the porch. He quietly followed behind you when you opened the door. “Can you go up by yourself? My room is on the immediate right. I’ll be right there.” You didn’t wait for his answer and headed straight to the kitchen trying to find a rag to wipe the blood covered floor.

“He’s bleeding a lot. I wonder what happened…” You made sure to take glances just in case any of the two ladies decided to get up and have a midnight snack and caught you suspiciously wiping the floor in the dark. You pat the floor and sniff your palm and surprisingly no stain or copperish smell was there.

Making your way upstairs and heading straight into your room, only to find him standing at a corner as if afraid he might break anything if he moved any further into your space.

“Come over to the bed, I’ll clean up your wounds.” You were way too cheerful about this strange situation and remembering that he was a stranger and potentially might be dangerous for everyone in the house right now had you switched your personality to a less friendlier one.

“I’m fine over here.” He noticed how your eyes widened when he spoke and averted his eyes away. Woah, he has a very deep voice. Snap out of it! It’s time to help. You grabbed a folding chair that happens to be in your room for some reason and called him over to sit which he was hesitant but listened to you anyways.

You observed his appearance and pinch a bit of the fabric he was wearing. It looked and felt like silk but somewhat rougher as you rub on it. “Do you mind if I take this off, I need to see how badly your injury is.” You can tell he was unsure about everything that was going on but decided to trust you. As he crossed his arms to take the top off, you heard him winced as he immediately hunched to the front.

“I guess the pain just got to you.” He remained in that position as you went to grab a pair of scissors and carefully cut it through the material on his back. Nothing could have prepared you for what you were seeing. There was a deep hole on each side of his back as if something was ripped off from his body. Taking off the cloth from his body you quickly pressed the wounds and hoped the bleeding would eventually stop.

You didn’t know why but hearing him hissing and groaning in pain worried you. From time to time you apologised and told him to hang in there as you cleaned his wounds up and bandaged the upper part of his torso. “My mother is a nurse so I know a thing or two. Although I must say this is my first time actually doing this.” You dabbed a wet cloth over his face and could not help but be awestruck at his defined features. But why was he wandering in the streets in the middle of a thunderstorm heavily injured?

“Can I ask what’s your name?” you were prepared for him to lash out at you but he didn’t and answered you simply with “Mingi.” You unconsciously smiled to yourself as you repeated his name unaware of his flustered reaction to hearing your voice saying his name.

“What actually happened to you, Mingi?” You asked as you plopped down in front of him and started putting band aids on his feet to which he surprised you by grabbing hold of your wrist. “Y-you don’t have to go that far...” It seemed that he didn’t trust you enough to share anything other than his name. You take that as a cue to back away and give him space.

You watched as Mingi mustered up all the energy left to sit up straight. At the sight of his pained expression, you softened even more feeling helpless at your limited capabilities to help him feel better. “I have a bathroom over there, you can use it while I grab a change of pants for you to wear.” His face remained unchanged as he continued to stare at you. Before standing up to leave the room, you did not forget to pass him a smile.

It was like mission impossible for you, going into the spare room and even sneaking into your mother’s room to find anything that belonged to your father or grandfather and actually managed to do so. Placing the pyjama pants in front of the bathroom, you informed Mingi about the garment and went about the sleeping arrangement for the night.

You heard the door open and turned to speak only to flutter your eyes away at the sight of him. “You can have my bed, I’ll sleep right here.” You pointed at the space right next to the bed. He stepped closer with yet the same pained expression. You wonder if it’s from his injuries or something else that you have no knowledge of.

“You don’t have to do all this”

“I want to. I don’t feel great if you sleep on the floor with such serious wounds.” You gave him no choice and quickly laid down on the layered futon you made. Mingi huffed at your actions and reluctantly went to occupy your bed. You heard him groan and peek through the blanket to watch him find a comfortable position to rest. He did not notice you sitting up and observing him toss and turning on the bed until you let out a sound.

“I think the only way to sleep is on your front.” You patted your chest and gave him a lopsided smile. He sighed, taking your advice as he lay down on his front, head turning to the side. You too were back under the blanket and stared right at the ceiling. It was indeed a weird night for you. Initially everything seemed crazy and dangerous but those feelings seemed to die down as the night went by.

“Would you believe me If I say I fell?” At his voice, you turn to your side and look at him genuinely interested. “You fell?” He nodded. “I fell…from the sky.” He scoffed at the obvious confusion written on your face. “Are you being serious right now?” Again, Mingi nodded.

“I know you won’t believe me. But that’s what happened.” His lips slightly curved upwards as if hoping for you to believe him despite knowing that would be impossible in that short amount of time.

“I believe you,” His eyes widened at your words. “But there has to be more to that, right?” You yawned right after and Mingi could only watch as you slowly drift off to sleep leaving him alone to his thoughts.

The warmth and slight sweat woke you up from the fantasy-like dream. Looking around, you realised that you were no more on the floor and was laid down on the bed with the heavy comforter covering you like a baby. “I wasn’t dreaming…” slightly panicking in your half awake state, you stepped down and went straight to the direction of the voices that seemed too normal to be true.

Your eyes met. There he was, the man that wasn’t part of your dreams but was clearly in your room last night, lying almost pathetically on your bed. Your eyes then glance to the women, your mother had this stiff aura around her while your grandmother ushered you to come closer.

“I can explain” You nervously said, voice trembling as your palms came up in defence. “Sit down, dear. Mingi here told us everything.” Confused was an understatement at that moment. What does she mean by he told them everything? The only man at the dining table did not utter a word as he fiddled with the mug’s handle as if it was the most interesting item at that moment.

“He told us…where it’s more like grandma here figured out what happened. And you better thank the Heavens that it was her who found out first and not me.” Your mother sighed with a disappointed look and you were sure that Mingi’s body reacted to the word Heavens. Everything was happening so fast, you had so many things to say and to ask but nothing was coming out of your mouth.

“I found this feather outside your bedroom door. Right after that, this young man opened the door and gave me a good surprise.” The old lady laughed as she stroked the single bird-like feather in her hands.

“Your mother and I changed his bandages since it was soaked with blood. You did well trying to help this unfortunate young man, dear.” Her words were sincere and felt like a compliment but the daggers from your mother said otherwise. As if telling you that bringing Mingi in your house was the last thing you should have done.

There was a short silence hanging in the air before he suddenly spoke. “Can we talk? Just the two of us?” You turned to look at him and unconsciously nodded at his words. He stood up, excused himself and walked away. “Sweetie, whatever you do, please think of yourself first.” Getting slightly annoyed by your mother, you said nothing and went to find Mingi.

You saw him by the steps outside and went to sit next to him. “Hey” you murmured, enough for him to hear you. It felt awkward and kind of weird and you then realised that you were still in your pyjamas which was fine considering you were at home but there is this inhumane looking being right next to you that made you feel inferior all of a sudden.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, totally! Sorry…I mean yes everything is fine.” Clearing your throat, you calmed down and continued, “You wanted to talk to me, right?” His eyes never left your face as if trying to remember every detail and sketch it in his mind on repeat. The way your head tilted made him feel something he never experienced before.

“This is going to sound really weird but I actually fell…”

“Yeah you told me last night-”

“From heaven”

“Oh”

There was a deafening silence as you hugged your legs closer to your chest when the wind suddenly rushed over. “So that feather earlier was yours?” He nodded, worry painted all over his face as he waited for you to gather your thoughts. “Hold on, that injury on your back… Mingi, are you an angel?” A hand clasped over your mouth as you watched him frowned further at your words.

“I was one. But not anymore. A-are you scared of me?” You shook your head denying almost instantly. “No, of course not. It’s just…what happened?” You noticed he was a bit restless and carefully gathered his palms in yours, stroking his knuckles to assure him that you were indeed not scared of him.

“I desired for something I should not have even thought of in the first place. I wished to live as a human and that alone got me banished.” Your fingers curled tighter on his cold ones as you waited for him to continue on. “I was your guardian angel actually,” He chuckled dryly when your eyes widened at the revelation.

“I knew everything about you. How sensitive you are to others emotions, how you argue a lot with your mother and your grandmother always siding with you. I know how your father…how he called you princess to stop you from crying. I knew then that I had to be there for you, not from up there but right next to you.” Mingi then pressed his forehead to yours, his hands now shifted to hold yours instead.

“I was different from the rest. I had human emotions and I realised that I was in love with you. I wanted to be with you, princess.” His tears dropped right on your skin, each drop was warmer than the one before. Your lips parted wanting to utter something but as usual nothing came out. Everything happened so fast that there was no time to properly think and come up with something that will not sound half hearted.

You most definitely did not want to hurt him further than what he had gone through. You can’t even imagine the pain he endured from being different like the rest yet you had nothing to say to him as of that moment. Mingi backed away when he felt you pulling your hands from his hold. His face wore the most heart wrenching expression you have ever seen on a person.

You glanced back towards the door and windows, making sure there were no signs of the two nosy ladies before looking right back at Mingi. Shyly nodding your head, you waited for him to take the lead as you closed your eyes. Heat rushed to your face as embarrassment took over your whole being.

“I would have given you a big warm hug but I don’t want to hurt you.” Your eyes wandered to the bandages wrapped neatly around his torso. All of this was new to you. A fallen guardian angel confessing his love to you a day after you saved him from near death. How would one even react to all of this?

“Then, can I kiss you?” His deep voice interrupted the sea of thoughts that would have given away how drifted you were from the reality of the situation.

“Princess”

“Y-yes Mingi?”

“I don’t exactly know how to kiss. Can you-”

Cupping his face, you leaned over to kiss him before another thought could invade both your anxious minds. You felt his strong arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you impossibly close as you deepened the kiss. A loud rumbling from above had both of you parted with chest heaving heavily from lack of air.

“I think the Heavens are angry with us.” You joked trying to lighten the mood when Mingi suddenly pulled you in for another hug, nuzzling his nose on your neck as he softly pressed his lips on your skin.

“I don’t care if they are. I have you this close to me and that’s all that matters. I love you princess. My heaven on earth.”

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kelppsstuff · 2 months

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Bickering

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Warnings: sex, cussing, p in v, oral, orgasm denial. Fast pace(?)

Summery: Lucifer is tired of your mouth.

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Lucifer didn’t know why he kept you around. Truth is, he could fire you at any moment. He did let any of his employees be disrespectful to him, well any besides you. You were the only person who could pull his prideful head out his ass.

You had been his assistant since before Lilith left. You took an active part in helping Charlie grow up when her parents got too busy. Lucifer thought that maybe that was the reason he kept you around, his daughter was attached to you. But he knew that wasn’t the real reason.

The real reason was he craved your fire. You had a sparky with everything you did. You did it because you wanted to, not because you were told too. Even if Lucifer would give you a pile of paper work and you weren’t in the mood for writing, you would make HIM do it.

Every-time you said something to piss him off he thought of ways to shut that pretty mouth of yours. One day it was going to get you in trouble.

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Lucifer smiled as he finished his latest duck. It was a duck that could pour wine by twisting it’s beak. Though his joy didn’t last long. It didn’t satisfy his creativity. He threw the duck towards the door only for it to open. He watch as the duck hit you in the forehead. That was satisfying.

“Wow what a great use of your time.” Your sarcasm was the first to break the silence. “Certainly a lot more fun.” He started to walk to you. “Tell me do you know what fun is?” He inquired. The more he thought of it, he never saw you leave the house.

“Don’t even go there old man.” You rolled your eyes and you gave him a file of the meeting he was supposed to attend in thirty minuets. “You’re pretty old too, you know?”

“Still younger than you.”

“Just makes me smarter.”

“So sure?”

There it was the last fucking word. You’d always win in these feuds. It pissed him off royally.

“Tell me sweetheart, why are you still here? Are you obsessed with me?” The angel raised his brow to the sinner.

“Oh totally. Wanna hear my best pick-up line?” That spiked his interest. “Did it hurt when you fell? From heaven?” Lucifer smirked thinking he finally had you. “Yea actually.”

You patted his cheek. “Good.” You went to turn away but he was fucking over you having a smart mouth.

He gripped your wrist and leaned your face to his. He grabbed both your cheeks in his other vacant hand. “The next time you talk back to me I’ll put a collar around this pretty neck if yours. Then you’d really be a bitch.”

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, but also down south. “I’d like to see you try.” That fucking done it.

Red smoke surrounded the two of you and when it faded away it reveled his bedroom. He started to walk to the bed. “Follow.” He commanded. But you still wanted to be a brat. “No.” He stopped and slowly turned to you. His eyes glazed over and turned dark. A red collar with a chain attached to it form around your neck. He used his magic to pull you towards him. You had no choice but to follow.

He sat you on the edge of the bed and put to t fingers to your lips. “Suck.” His voice still commanding. This time you’d made the right choice and did as he asked. Slowly and sensually sucking them to his heart’s content. “Look at who can be a good fucking girl.” Your clothes felt suffocating. You went to peel off you shirt but he stopped you. “Ask me.”

You looked at him like he was insane. “Excuse me?”

He leaned his head down to you. “I said fucking ask me. And I suggest making it sweet.” You looked to his lips and brushed against them with your own. For the brief moment you felt them, they felt soft, inviting, and most of all; irresistible.

“Please Lucifer.” You continued to stare at his lip. “Please what?” You looked up into his eyes. “Please let me strip for you.”

He lifted you up off the bed and took your spot. “Then go ahead.” You slowly removed your top. Once it was removed one strap of your red bra fell of your shoulder. You moved onto your pants and shimmered them down your long legs. Leaving you in quite the erotic view. Eyes blown in lust, only wearing a bra that looked his your breast we’re going to spill out, and a thong so thin Lucifer could rip it with his teeth.

“Come here darling.” You walked, swaying your hips with every step. You stood in between his legs and helped him removed his dress shirt. He was quite the eye candy shirtless. You sat onto his lap and let you sit there.

“Look at you grinding against me like a fucking slut.” He growled out as he twisted y’all around. You laying your back against the bed and him on top of you

And just like thought Lucifer ripped the thong with his teeth. He used the same fingers you sucked and started to rub your pussy. You wetness filling the silence along with your moans.

He pushed two fingers into you. “Lucifer!” He loved how you cried out his name. Like he was your god, and in this moment he was.

He placed his mouth on your clit next. Lapping up all your juices. Like a fucking starved man and you were his last meal. You were fucking insatiable.

Your thighs tighten around his head but he didn’t push them apart. He wrapped his arms pulling them tighter instead. He loved fucking drowning in you.

You tightened around his fingers and It wasn’t much longer until you felt that coil ready to snap. “Fuck! Lucifer! Fuck I’m going to cum.” You cried out desperate for that relief of release and just when you were about to get it, he flipped a switch. He removed his finger and pushed your thighs away. Removing his mouth in the process.

You whined. “Please!” He just laughed — it coated with a rasp of strain — and shook his head. “You expect this to be so easy after your fucking mouth.” He pinched your clit at the last words.

You whined even louder. “Please please please.” He hummed in thought as he placed his mouth back onto your heat.

You were quick to wrap his head with your legs. You gripped his hair and pushed him farther into you. As if that was possible.

He moaned into as you pulled harder and you felt that coil again, ready to snap. Though just like before he denied you.

“No!” You could feel tears forming, you just wanted the release he’d denied you oh so many times now. “I’ll do anything please.” Lucifer started to suck and leave hickeys on your thighs while you pleaded for him to do something to you.

Once he was satisfied with his art work he was back to your pussy. Giving it the attention it oh so needed. This time as you felt your end near he let it happen. And fuck did he play it out for as long as he could.

By the time you came down from your high hr twisted you around and raised your ass into the air. “We’re not done yet, my pet.” You didn’t know when he removed his pants and briefs but you felt his tip rub up and down your folds. You whined, it was sensitive but you felt like you needed it. “Please fuck me.”

He gave you a sharp and hard thrust. He wasn’t gentle with you. This was a punishment.

His hand prints on your hips started to darken. But he didn’t care about the bruises if anything it made him even more ravenous. Your next orgasam came out of no where.

Lucifer turned you around and was immediately back in you. He never wanted to leave the safe wall of your tight cunt.

He took this new position to leave marks — just as he did with your thighs — all over your neck.

You could feel him twitching inside you and it all happened so fast. You next release hit you like a fucking train as he drained all his cum deep into you.

When you both came down from the high hall pulled away from each other. Each sweaty and smelling like sex. “I should be a brat more often.” You were the one to speak first and it caused him to groan.

“The point was for you to fucking learn your place.” He turned to you and you turned to him.

“I know my place.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Right here. In this bed with you. Always.” Your eyes shined as you spoke to him.

He smiled at you as he couldn’t agree more. He grabbed your cheek and brought y’all’s lips together. Each of you smiling like idiots. “For once you’re right.”

“Shut the hell up.”

And your lips were back onto his.

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HIIIIIIIIII I thought I’d give y’all this quick One-shot while some of y’all wait for one of the final parts in “how long.”

I hope you enjoyed this, I don’t really right smut much but I’m proud of this.

- kelp 💛

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Do you think Aziraphale has a raging praise kink in addition to his 'food' and 'Crowley watching him do stuff' kinks? *hands you a box of spiced apple muffins, along with the recipe: https://www.hairybikers.com/recipes/view/spiced-apple-muffins*

Hi @jotun-philosopher! A recipe!!! I'm so excited. The website you shared is quite interesting. I'll have to make these on the other side of my holiday food as they look delicious. Do I think Aziraphale has a raging praise kink? Oh, yeah. Raging might be an understatement lol.

Praise kink and trauma thoughts under the cut.

In S2, we go from Lord Beezlebub paralleling Aziraphale, missing their Crowley (Gabriel) while in Hell, and musing that it'd be nice if someone ever told them they were doing a good job over to Aziraphale doing some difficult trauma work in Edinburgh and calling Crowley to talk to him about it. What goes a little undersung here, imo, is the way this is filmed and how Aziraphale can't stop talking about 1827 to a point that Crowley actually has to prompt him into telling him what he learned at the pub about Gabriel. This is because while Aziraphale-- who really didn't need to go to this cemetery at all for any reason related to figuring out what happened to Gabriel-- has been back to Edinburgh since 1827 (Crowley mentions him going to Edinburgh "for the festival" in 1.01), he's never been back to this spot since the night Crowley was yanked to Hell in front of him.

When we come in on Aziraphale at the cemetery, it's right off of that scene in the 1827 flashback and then we watch Aziraphale turn around again, now in the present, right? It's that he does have to turn around that's pretty significant. It says that he's not here because he thought maybe seeing Gabriel's statue again might give him some random insight as to what's happening to Gabriel in the present. He wasn't looking at the statue at first-- we come in on him looking at the spot where Crowley was taken.

Crowley and Aziraphale are in a place between S1 and S2 where Armageddon: Round Two could theoretically happen at any time. They have no idea if it's happening in five years or next Thursday or in an hour, really, and that's made the fact that Aziraphale has really never gotten over 1827 worse for him, to a point that it now bothers him to be away from Crowley for any significant length of time, especially if they've been arguing, because he's always worried that something will happen while they're apart and he'll never see him again. He spent almost a month (estimated by the dates in his diary) in 1827 thinking that had happened. He does some work on that in Edinburgh by deciding to go to the spot again and, when he does, he has to magically get the nearest cell phone so he can talk to Crowley from the spot because he knows that hearing his voice will help.

By telling Crowley that he's looking at the statue of Gabriel, we get in his knowledge that Crowley will understand the significance of this (and in Crowley's response indicating that he does) that they've talked about this at some point. There are other suggestions of that in the season (like the "I'm coming back. I won't leave you on your own" moment) but this phone conversation says that Aziraphale has verbalized to Crowley at some point how much 1827 still bothers him and Crowley understands that Aziraphale is telling him that he's taking a step towards trying to deal with it more.

(This is also an example of Aziraphale having done something clever and needing to call Crowley to tell him about it before he pops lol, which he's apparently been doing a lot lately since he no longer can get a pat on the back from Heaven, not that he ever did much, which is part of the whole damn problem. One could then perhaps presume that Crowley's been doling out a lot of praise over the phone of late, in addition to in person.)

So Crowley responds to Aziraphale telling him that he's in the cemetery in Edinburgh and looking at the Gabriel statue/trying to deal with 1827 by doing what they do sometimes-- cheer each other up from some depressing stuff about the past with a little of some of each other's favorite sexy chat.

This is basically a mirror in reverse of the scene in S1 in the car on the way to Tadfield where Crowley tells Aziraphale more about the antichrist baby swap and how it went wrong. Crowley was feeling depressed about the whole mess and how Armageddon was imminent now as a result of it and Aziraphale's response was to pivot to what was, effectively, dirty talking him in blasphemous Bible speak euphemisms in a dry-as-all-fuck, combination Pompous Angel/mildly soft dom tone because Crowley's sooooo weak for that lol. (I'm talking about the "seeds of destruction" scene, the dirtiness of which is probably a whole other meta, since we're mostly talking about Aziraphale here.)

Aziraphale's version of that is a massive praise kink. He looooves being told he's good at something or he did a good job or really just anything related to him and goodness, since Heaven's done a number on him and he struggles sometimes to fundamentally believe that he is good, which is lunacy but so are negative thought cycles in the first place. The praise thing with Crowley isn't unhealthy-- I'm not suggesting that. Aziraphale's negative thought cycle is unhealthy, obviously, but the praise kink thing with Crowley is actually not a terrible counter to it. It's obviously not the entire solution to dealing with Heaven's abuse of him but it is also doesn't hurt that Aziraphale believes Crowley and values what he thinks, which can help break up negative thoughts.

It exists both in and out of bed and Crowley was intentionally blending that over the phone in the Edinburgh scene by responding to Aziraphale being like I did the really hard trauma work thing we were talking about today and I'm still here go me with the kind of praise you'd give someone for doing something that was tough ("good job") but delivered low and with the little "mmrmm" before it, which was to associate it with, uh, other kinds of praise Aziraphale has elicited from Crowley before, by way of also invoking Aziraphale's Assorted Rumbly Crowley Sounds Kink as well.

Aziraphale undoubtedly heard it and replied around it, like he was doing with most of Crowley's flirting with him in S2, because driving Crowley slowly insane is also Aziraphale's favorite past time. It was made funnier by the fact that he left Crowley in London to get The Shop Lesbians together, explain The Vavoom to a memory-wiped Jimbriel, answer any questions about love for the Inspector Constable angel Heaven sent to spy on them, and fix Shax's "hot water boiler" so The Love Doctor was in and getting no love himself lol. Crowley's comment wasn't meant to go anywhere anyway, really-- Gabriel was literally five feet away at the time, which was probably also amusing Crowley-- but yeah, I think the conscious, intentional way Crowley phrased that is meant to suggest that Aziraphale not only likes positive reinforcement in life in general but has a bit of a raging praise kink in bed, with which Crowley is very familiar.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens meta #good omens 2 #aziracrow

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[Phantoms of Past — Abby x Reader]

[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, Christmas themed, br!reader, angsty, MDNI]

a/n: well, is this late for Christmas? yes. but do i care? also yes bc i'm paranoid and have some need to make stuff on time, so imagine my despair when i couldn't finish this. but i ALSO know that I'm doing my best, and for that i have to pat my own back. anyway, this is for my brazilian besties out there!!!

cw: reader is brazilian, usage of phrases in pt-br with the translation after and between parenthesis, owen mentioned (this man is a cw by himself idc this is not a owen appreciated blog), mutual pinning, Abby understands portuguese and even talks some. let me know if i forgot something.

not proof read | word count: 3,274

reblogs are highly appreciated!!

While you drive through the recently cleaned streets of the neighborhood you grew up, thanking the heavens that it stopped snowing for now, the radio plays a seasonal song and your murmur along. The traffic on the main roads were chaotic, almost as congested as your uncle's arteries, but now the decorated rooftops and doorsteps replaced the headlights on your peripheral vision. In front of a house stood a snowman, or at least his body stripped of arms and face.

You park in front of a house with simple adornments and flashers around the main door, a LED deer standing next to it and a small table with fake cookies and milk on top. All the energy was so reminiscent of the years you'd spend a whole day decorating the house with your mom, mainly inside, just so your father and sister could take care of the outside. Now that you both were grown and away, the couple occupied itself with the house interior and resumed the exterior with a simple approach. It never failed to take a smile from you, though, especially seeing the way they would adhere to simple things just because it looked cute, even if it had nothing to do with their native traditions.

Coming from Brasil, for the first part of your life you had hot weather and sunny days on Christmas. Maybe a night of rain, but never snow. Fireworks and catholic mass were on the list, but your parents went just to go along with the rest of the family and friends. They weren't religious, so in the end Christmas was simply another holiday, but with presents and - as all the other holidays - a family gathering. The main difference now was that you were studying in another city, becoming one of the absent relatives; you know, the ones that mainly go home for the holidays and vacations. It wasn't bad, but they definitely missed you a lot and the feeling was mutual.

Using your key to get in, the sounds of Simone’s “Então É Natal” (“And So It Is Christmas”), a brazilian holiday song, hit you immediately. You chuckle, taking off your boots and coats. From the front corridor the ornamented tree is visible, carrying innumerous lights and details. There's probably not a single empty wall, the seasonal decoration filling every inch of your field of vision.

“There she is!” Your father shouts as you appear in the living room smiling. The man goes into your direction with open arms, holding you tight. You smell that same cologne he wears since you can remember anything, and along with the warmth of the house, it truly feels like home. Some of the tension from university and work just falls on the carpet, leaving your body to receive all the good things inside that place.

“Carlos, you'll smash our child and I cannot have another one”, your mom yells somewhere from the kitchen direction, making you laugh.

“I can get another one anywhere, Marília”, he finally lets go, an arm around your shoulders. “Won't be as nice as this one, though”

“Of course not, she's irreplaceable”, your cousin Felipe says, approaching. “Prima, você tem feito falta!” (“Cousin, you have been missed!”) He holds you sideways with an insane amount of exaggeration, taking an embarrassed chuckle from you. Felipe was a lawyer with a lot of charisma, but inside he was just your cousin that your mom liked a lot. You both used to play together growing up. “From some people, a little too much”, he whispers playfully before running away, not letting you scold him for bringing up something you were not prepared to deal with this earlier, especially when the person implied wasn't even around. Yet.

Your father doesn't seem to notice, now talking with your mom again.

“Hey, Alice”, you wave to Felipe’s wife sitting on the couch, drinking something on a Christmas themed mug.

“Hey, sweetie! How's uni?”

“Tiring”, you shrug. “How about the kids?”

Your name is once again shouted through the house, and as you turn around three kids are running into you. Camila, Jorge e Rayana hold your waist, almost making you fall with a laugh. Camila is the oldest, at five years old, but the others are at the age of three. They're simply the most precious people in that family.

“Meus pestinhas!” (“My little brats!”) You start messing their hairs and pinching their ears playfully.

“Eu perdi um dente, olha!” (“I lost a tooth, look!”) Camila smiles widely, showing the first little window on her mouth.

“Ela tá ficando banguela e feia” (“She's getting toothless and ugly”) Jorge points out, and by Camila's reaction this isn't a new saying.

“Well, that's too bad. Because you'll get toothless and ugly too, just wait a few years”, Rayana and Camila laugh as the boy pouts at your response, looking at their mom.

“Vamo, vamo, abram espaço. Preciso abraçar minha filha” (Come on, come on, clear the way. I need to hug my daughter) Your mom’s voice finally reached the living room before her arms were wrapped around your torso. It's warm and familiar, you've missed her so much.

“Oi, mãe” (“Hey, mom”)

“Você tá tão magrinha, filha. Aposto que não anda comendo direito na correria, né?” (“You're so skinny, child. I bet you haven't been eating well in all the rush, right?”) The caressing she does on your back is reassuring, and by that you can tell you're going back with bowls filled with food. “Sua irmã vai chegar só mais tarde, seu pai vai buscar ela na estação” (“Your sister will arrive just later, your father will pick her up on the station”)

“When will uncle Jerry get here? He said he would get me new crayons”, Rayana mumbles while playing with one of the numerous ornaments on the lit up tree.

You try not to react to what that phrase implies, going with your mom to the kitchen to busy your hands and your mind with something else. She would probably kick you out of there soon anyway, she never liked having other people in the kitchen with her unless very necessary. But the need to act normal, smile and not think about family friends coming over it's bigger than the prospect of being scolded out of a room.

While the conversation continues in the living room and the song plays to never leave an empty place in your audition, you hover around the place talking with your mom about the neighborhood news and her routines in the morning walks group. It's comforting to know about what's going on, even if it doesn't really affect your life.

You help her cut the bread to make rabanadas (french toasts), looking forward to finally eating them. It's one of your favorite things of this season, even though you could actually find it anywhere at any time of the year. But the memories of having a plate of those on the supper table, covered in sugar and cinnamon, it's one of your favorites. So you're dividing your attention between the chore of slicing the bread and listening to your mom speaking, when a name being yelled in the living room catches your ear and you almost cut the tip of your thumb.

It's Jorge’s voice. “Abby!”

It's a blessing your mom didn't notice it, but now you have a bigger motive to stay inside the kitchen and never leave it.

No matter how much your mother talked, or the music filled the air, or the people in the other room got into different conversations within the group; her voice seemed louder than any other thing to you. You would swear she was next to the table you had the cutting board on, chatting with the children and playing with them.

You could swear you could listen to her whispering to you about lonely nights and missing pieces of a puzzle.

“Tia!” (“Auntie!”)

Your mom stops speaking just to turn around and look into the tall woman's direction. “Abigail!” Her comforting, mothering arms hold the strong torso, and the blonde needs to be in a not very straight posture to fully embrace your mom. What could you say, hightness wasn't in your family's genes.

“One of these days you'll be able to carry me around, with how big and strong you're getting!” And they both laugh as if Abby didn't live at the end of the block and they saw each other constantly.

All the while, you're trying to avoid the upcoming, inevitable moment. Your eyes glue on the bread, but you're not really looking at it. They're talking but you can't decipher the words, just assimilate the sweet voice making your cells tremble in vibrations. Cutting another piece, and another, then another, then-

“Puta que pariu-” (“Motherfucker-”), a drop of blood falls onto the cutting board when you pull your hand away, thumb red and hurting.

“What happened?” Your mom asks, concern in her voice.

“I cut my finger”, the running water of the sink makes the wound sting when you put the finger under it, the blood keeps coming out.

“I can take care of that if you need to”, Abby says, making you look directly at her for the first time of the night.

And you have to give the lack of air to the pain. You have to, because otherwise you would be admitting that looking at her takes your breath away.

“Yeah, Abby is working as a nurse in a school now. I bet she's used to this type of thing”, Marília goes to the cutting board, taking the pieces you've cut already.

There's nowhere to run over this. What will you say, that you don't want her to take care of your wound? That you can't be next to her, orelse all the coherent thoughts in your mind will fade away, leaving room for her voice? That your fingers ache to touch her?

You look to your still bleeding finger under the open faucet, then to the tall, blonde woman again. And while your mother wasn't looking, you both had a silent conversation about something, everything. She could see the doubt in your eyes, but you could see the pleads in hers.

“Sure, I think it wouldn't be much…” You try to smile, finally turning the faucet off and grabbing a towel to wrapp around your finger.

You both go upstairs, she tells you how there was a first aid kit in the bathroom and your stomach jumps at the realization that she knew your house more than yourself probably. Looking forward at all times and trying not to pay too much attention to her careful hand touching your arm like she was guiding you around the place.

“Go to your room, I’ll take the kit”, and you don’t even look at her to see how she was looking at you. You don’t know how that hurt her, mainly because you’re trying to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

The room is just like you always leave it after the breaks, bed neatly covered and books on the shelves. Some stuffed animals that you couldn’t bear to donate were aligned on a shelf next to a poster of a band you liked, the black and red contrasting with the creamy colors of a small giraffe. You saw the table where once you were pressed against, the lamp giving a soft light on the room as you felt a pair of lips so close to yours after all those years of yearning and silent pining.

“Okay, let’s give this a look” she was back using that voice, the one for the workplace. Tender, but firm; like she was trying to be secure, but reassuring.

Abby pulled the chair next to the table so she could sit in front of you, her knees together between your separated legs as she carefully took your hand and unwrapped the towel. Crimson drops started to flow down your finger, and the blonde woman never took the blue eyes away from the cut.

The distance wasn’t enough. Her scent would haunt the bedroom all night, making you dream about her just like it happened before, during your late school years, when she came to spend the day and left you numb and daydreaming. Her touches were so gentle, featherlight.

“It wasn't that bad, we can handle it”, she muttered like she was talking to one of the students from the school she worked at. “So, how's college?”

“It's okay, I guess”, with eyes glued on your own hand, you tried not to notice her thighs too much. “I've been working my ass off to write a paper while keeping up with classes and the monitoring thing”

“You'll get this, I'm sure”, you looked up just in time to see a smirk on her lips, but then returned to look down again before being trapped on that hypnotizing expression. “After all, you've always been very good with your words”

“It was easier in school, though”

“It always is”, she cuts the bandage before wrapping your finger with it. “But that's the thing, right? We start to realize how school was maybe easier, but then again, would you rather be back?”

“Oh, fuck no”, you chuckle as she finishes the curative. “I wouldn't change this for that”

“Yeah”, you finally look up more confident, meeting her indescribable expression. “I would change some things, actually”

“Like what?” You're just keeping the conversation, just trying to let it flow well enough for it to be bearable. You surely weren't expecting the next phrase.

“I wouldn't have dated Owen”, she sighs.

Owen was Abby's boyfriend. They started dating in the last year of school, and looked very much in love, for your displeasing. He wasn't a bad guy per se, but the fact that you already had a crush on Abby made you think that your feelings towards him were totally based on jealousy. So every single thing you had to say about him would be shoved down your throat immediately, and you'd just smile and nod to your friend anytime she mentioned him. You told her he was nice - couldn't bring yourself to say more than that - and supported their relationship with the most painful role in that whole story: the best friend with an unrequited crush.

By fall you found out she and Owen had broken up. Right after…

“Why is that?” Her eyes wander from the quilt to your hands, then back to your face. They were so beautiful, you could spend the rest of the night admiring them. Or the way her hair would fall around her face with soft lines, how her freckles were so attractive to the touch, especially on her arms.

“Don't think I was really into him… At least not in the right way”, Abby was the one not looking at you now, almost more interested in putting the stuff back on the kit box. “I could've been honest with him… And with you”

“Abby-”

“That's fine…” She shrugged. “He was a little bit of a dumbass anyway”

Silence falls around you both, filling the room with an emptiness.

The image of them both in your living room, last Christmas, haunts your mind as soon as you remember how you knew nothing and was too caught up in your own thoughts at the time. The way she laughed at his jokes, making your stomach turn as you smiled politely. Or how you saw them kissing next to the coat holder by the front door, and all the food you ate wanted to come back in awful bitterness.

You never told anyone. Never said a word, as always, rather keeping the green feeling on the back of your mind in order to not do something stupid - like being rude or start crying.

But then, you came home for the summer break. You dad was making barbecues in the backyard, you mom decorated the house with all the stuff your cousin brought from Brasil on his last trip, and you'd listen to pagode in the living room while the kids were playing and running, waiting for the meat to be properly roasted so they could finally eat.

Internally, you were ready to deal with that same gut-rotting feeling all over again. The plan was to sustain the fake expression until the time allowed you to pull the tiredness card on everyone and go to your room to watch some old telenovela.

Abby showed up alone, greeting everyone as usual. And when she looked at you, you could swear that was something in her eyes that could make you shiver. How she took your figure in before hugging you, how she held you so tight and for a little bit longer. How she was always trying to be next to you. You couldn't decipher, though, and the whole day went by mixing the confusion of her being without Owen and not even mentioning his name, and the rush of being that close to her again.

That night, in your room, she kissed you. Right there, where you were sitting now, she held your face between your hands and your skin shivered, while her lips touched yours.

You waited for years. Kissing her was probably one of the only things you wanted to do every time she was around, flesh craving hers. And it finally happened… But she had a boyfriend.

So you never talked about it again. You went back to college and texted her less and less.

“Abby, Abby, Abby!” A childish voice came from the corridor, the door opened to show Rayana. “Come here, I need your help to defeat Jorge and papai” (dad)

“Okay, I'll be there in a second!” The blonde smiled before the girl ran back downstairs. “Well, it seems like a have a duty”

“Can't let her down, she'll never forgive you”, you both chuckled while she got out of the room, first to leave the kit back in the bathroom and then to go to the living room again.

Sighing, you laid back on the mattress. Just like that summer night, you were alone in your room trying to collect your feelings about an interaction with Abby. Heart beating fast and a familiar warmth on your chest, wanting to curse every single entity for putting you in this position.

You came down maybe 15 minutes later, mask back on to decorate your face with a smile. You saw the tall woman on the mat with the younger children on top of her, attacking her while laughs filled the place.

“Okay, okay, saiam de cima da Abigail” (“Get off of Abigail”) Your mom didn't have to say it twice before they were sitting next to her. “Abigail, I need a favor. Remember that bowl I lent to you last week?”

“Sure”, her arms seemed stronger now that she was supporting herself on the elbows. Why was she so gorgeous?

“I need you to get it for me, darling”

“Okay, I got it”, Abby got up and immediately went grabbing her coat again.

And you were about to go back to the kitchen to make yourself useful, but it couldn't be that easy.

“Filha, vai com ela. Está nevando bastante, não é bom dirigir sozinha nesse tempo” (“Daughter, go with her. It's snowing a lot, it isn't good to drive alone in the weather”)

“Oh, it's not necessary-” She really tried, but your mom wouldn't take a negative answer.

“I'm not asking, you won't go alone!”

You nod and start putting on heavy clothes. It was okay, all good. You both would get in the house, grab the bowl, and get back in no time. It would be fine.

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

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catholic-character-tournament · 10 months

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Round 3 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Michael

Literally the whole movie series is framed around the sacraments. Weddings and first communions and baptisms.

I just thought of the Godfather bc of the tumblr ask about people who are devout in some ways but uhh not very holy in other ways, and nobody is a better example of that than Michael in the montage toward the end of the Godfather. I saw the film for the first time last year, and that sequence just floored me. Will not spoil it in case you haven't seen the film but ohhh my goodness

Ronan Lynch

Uhh fun fact he saw the devil flash his father once, and that's one of the reasons he goes to church on Sundays <3

context for this scene from book 2: ronan is in church with his older brother declan, younger brother matthew, and ghost friend noah "Joseph Kavinsky isn’t someone I want you being around,” Declan added. “Don’t snort. I’m serious.” Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew’s head fondly before continuing down the aisle. She didn’t seem to care that he was fifteen, which was all right, because he didn’t, either. Both Ronan and Declan observed this interaction with the pleased expressions of parents watching their prodigy at work. Declan repeated, “Like, actually dangerous.” Sometimes, Declan seemed to think that being a year older gave him special knowledge of the seedier side of Henrietta. What he meant was, did Ronan know that Kavinsky was a cokehead. In his ear, Noah whispered, “Is crack the same thing as speed?” Ronan didn’t answer. He didn’t think it was a very church-appropriate conversation. “I know you think you’re a punk,” Declan said. “But you aren’t nearly as bad ass as you think you are.” “Oh, go to hell,” Ronan snapped, just as the altar boys broached the rear doors. “Guys,” Matthew pleaded. “Be holy.”

Gay Catholic streetracing farmer. Consumed by catholic guilt NOT because of the gay thing but because he can Create things in a way he thinks should be only God's business. Will literally roll up to mass on sunday morning still drunk and bloody.

THIS GOTH KID IS LITERALLY GOD. This is a god trapped in the body of a Catholic teen and if he ever stopped feeling Catholic guilt he’d end the world!!. How is your confession every week that you creating a whole new being? Babygirl the God is coming from inside the house

eldritch entity from beyond the mortal plane wants to be a Real Human Boy, becomes a real (ish!) human (ish!) boy, goes to mass every sunday

Gay boy got his crush an apartment above his church so he could have his two favorite things in one place

gay. I'm not caught up the the series but I went through the tag when the latest book came out and I remember seeing a quote that said he worried if his boyfriend would make it to heaven when he dies because of his agnostic tendencies.

Kid is like a dream warlock who creates psychic horrors and never goes to confession because why would he? and he’s gay

There are no words

basically ronan's powers are inherited from his dead father niall and it means he can bring anything from a dream into real life. so he's got this whole crisis about whether he is a living piece of blasphemy because men are not meant to have the powers of gods or whether he literally is god. which is not acceptable to him for a number of reasons but mostly because he hates himself. his love interest's name is adam and adam lives in a small apartment above a church which the book says focuses the objects of his worship neatly into one building. I love them both dearly. also, this entire page makes me feel like I'm going insane. Ronan Lynch believed in heaven and hell. Once, he’d seen the devil. It had been a low, late morning at the Barns when the sun had burned off the mist and then burned off the chill and then burned the edges off the ground until everything shimmered with heat. It never got hot in those protected fields, but that morning, the air sweated with it. Ronan had never seen cattle pant before. All of the cows heaved and stuck their tongues out as they frothed with the heat. His mother sent Ronan to put them in the shade of the cattle barn. Ronan had gone to the searing metal gate, and as he did, he’d glimpsed his father, already in the barn. Four yards away from him had stood a red man. He was not truly red, but the burned orange of a fire ant. And he was not truly a man, because of the horns and the hooves. Ronan remembered the alienness of the creature, how real it had been. Every costume in the world had gotten it wrong; every drawing in every comic book. They’d all forgotten that the devil was an animal. Looking at the red man, Ronan had been struck by the intricacy of the body, how many miraculous pieces moved smoothly in harmony, no different than his own. Niall Lynch had had a gun in hand — the Lynches had an enormous number of guns of all sizes — and just as Ronan had opened the gate, his father had shot the thing about thirteen times in the head. With a shake of its horns, the unharmed devil had presented its genitalia to Niall Lynch before bounding off. It was an image that had yet to leave Ronan. And so Ronan became a reverse evangelist. The truth burst and grew inside him, and it was laid upon him to share it with no one. No one was meant to see hell before they get there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

#the godfather #michael corleone #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls #r3 #Ronan Lynch #the raven cycle #raven cycle

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yourlocalstranger123 · 8 months

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do obey me datebles with a yoimiya from genshin impact? She loves fireworks and has a child like way of looking at things and great with kids.

I love her so much🥰

Sorry if its to much or you not taking ask's. So just ignore if so😅 this way my first time so sorry.

《Summary》: You were quite the cheerful human to them. Being literally everyone's therapy as they enjoyed your cheerfulness and the warmth you give out. You were good with children too!

(Maybe they should start a family with you—)

Reader can be read as a girl or boy. Idk

A/N: I do not remember the lessons well so if I get some details wrong, apologies. Also Beel and Mammon has the same end color, sorry!!

ALSO!!! THERE WILL BE PART 2 FOR THE REST OF THE BROTHERS AND MAYBE PART 3

Easter egg: Did you notice I did a little something about the brothers? Y'know, what demon they are. EXCEPT for asmodeus, instead of "lust," it's "attraction/attract" bc I don't really wanna use the word lust for this....❌️ Also, with Satan, too. I put in multiple words that can equal like some wrath in a friendly way? For ex: his heart felt tortured but felt in a good way or etc. (Love definitely lmao)

(No. I do not have a favorite just because I gave levi a sticker. I can't find a good one for his symbol, so...AND BECAUSE I DEFINITELY CAN SEE HIM TRYING TO DO PICK UP LINES WHILE CONFESSING HIS LOVE TO YOU LMAO—)

(SAME WITH SATAN, I JUST DID FIRE...AND YOU'LL KNOW WHY)

Warning: Slight Angst, AND SORRY FOR THE CRINGEY CONFESSIONS. I TRIED OKAY 😭🤧

♤♡~《Obey me•°××× ×××°•Brothers》~◇♧

Lucifer

(Both should be from obey me game official art)

× he always ignored you. Never really interacting with you unless necessary. You gained quite the popularity of being such a sweet, kind girl.

× But when you defended Luke and took responsibility when he accidentally took the grimoire as you and Beel were simply trying to hide him, he felt his heart ache. Why?

♤ He wanted to apologize to you for yelling at you and almost killing you, but his pride was overthrowing it. But....you...you still welcome him. Asking him if he wanted to join you and his brothers seeing your fireworks. Of course, he declined. Saying it's not worth his time and he's busy as the brothers complained at him for being so mean!

♤he secretly watched you out of the window of his office. Clenching his hands as he saw you all enjoying your fireworks. Heart thumping when he saw your beautiful and warm smile....how could you smile like that? Especially to demons...so freely..

♤ he decided to maybe try interacting with you. Only saying it's for business and only trying to make you comfortable. (He just wanted to spend time with you)

♤ seeing how busy he was, eyes drooping as his hair was messy while he was still doing papers. You decided to convince him to go outside, not letting him know something,,

♤ he went outside with a small blanket you wrapped around him. He sat down on a bench next to you as he looked where you pointed. His eyes shined, filling with bright colors as he saw fireworks firing beautiful into the night sky. He tried covering his face with his arm as he starting tearing up.

♤ he felt a warm hand wiping of his tears as you looked at him, patting his back. It wasn't out of pity, just pure warmth and concern. He finally lets himself rest. Leaning onto your shoulder as he listened to the popping of the fireworks....

♤ everyone was shocked when him, the work-alcoholic getting out of his office to spend some time outside?! He glared at the staring eyes but soften when you happily walked around. So cheerful as you played with the children approaching you. No wonder his brothers and other people had such a liking and attraction towards you.

♤ he was so proud and prideful that he had you on his side and in his life too.

"You're like the peace between heaven and hell. Bring warmth to both sides.....[name], I love you"

(When you kissed him, you could see him smiling as if he wasn't nervously blushing while doing it. And giving him an extra kiss on the cheek? You would make his day better)

Mammon

(1st is wedding art from obey me game) (2nd is from @angyefdez in Twitter)

× he did really care about you. Only after money, of course, but he didn't know why you kept cheering him up when he's precious Goldie, the credit card was taken away. Always trying to cheer him up with your fireworks and being playful in a random park, which he somehow enjoys a lot and always hopes it every time his precious credit card is taken away.

× the way you laughed but still respected him as the great mammon made a tug on his heart. Clenching on his chest as he thought about you. Whenever he goes shopping and sees something you like, he imagines how happy you would be. Then poof, he suddenly bought it.

$ blushing furiously as he just shoves the gift into your arms and says, "You're w- welcome!" And just walks away. But you can feel the stare burning a hole through your back behind a wall as you open it. Chuckling as you hugged the gift onto your chest. Keeping it near your heart as you smiled. Suddenly, his heart suddenly goes wild! And as he clutched onto his chest, he looks away and blushes.

$ now he buys you gifts every time he goes shopping. Small, big, cute, fancy, you always seem to appreciate it. Praising him and thanking him every time. He sometimes pouts when you hang out with some weak old demon. He's the avatar of greed?! Why hang out with them?!

$ but every time you ask him if he wants to hang out with you and watch your fireworks, always forget about it and willingly follow you. Sitting on the grass, he smiles when you light up a firework and see the usual big warm grin as you run to him and carelessly flop down and wait.

$ he felt quite greedy over you, wanting more of your attention and being more spoiled with your love and affection. (Like who wouldn't)

$ As he watches the fireworks burning brightly, giving light to the dark of the sky. As if the stars are shining even brighter and reflecting off your figure, he looks at you. Smiling as his hand scoots over and comes over yours.

"You're my treasure. I will put you on top of everything, my daimond. [Name], please become my everything, I love you"

(HE WOULD BLUSH SO MUCH THAT STEAM WOULD COME OFF HIS HEAD IF YOU KISSED HIM! and on the lips? You definitely would make him pass out)

Asmodeus

(Both are official art of obey me game)

× he enjoys fireworks, as it burns brightly and beautifully. He was surprised when he found you slightly messy and with your hair tied up as you're making fireworks. You noticed that he just stood there near the door of your room, watching you.

× You didn't touch him without washing your hands first, and he liked that. He liked that you respected his personal space and boundaries (even though he would love for you to touch him)

× Oh, how he loved to style your hair. It doesn't matter if it takes hours. He'll still do it. He watches you when you would play around with the children and twirl them around. He almost squealed when he felt you pick him up (even if you're shorter than him) and also twirl him around (like a pretty little princess fr. Just like the baby girl he is lmao-)

♡ His face goes slightly pink whenever he sits down as you show him some small fireworks for him to use. Every night, he lays down in bed, thinking about you and what you were gonna plan for him tomorrow. He giggles like a girl teenager in love as he drifts off to sleep, smiling.

♡ He walks along with you as you cover his eyes with a blindfold. He felt you stop and taking off his blindfold. Opening his eyes, he slightly gasped when he found himself near a lake as the night was a full moon. Hearing you chuckle and setting up the fireworks, he watches in awe. It was so beautiful.......

♡but the thing that most attracts his attention was you

"You are the one that shines brightly and beautifully in my eyes. You never wither away like a flower and always stay tall and strong, [name], I love you so much"

(He would kiss you first, definitely. Wrapping his arms around your neck or waist as he kisses you. You would take him aback if you kiss him back, and you could see him blushing as he grins. He'll definitely enjoy it if you picked him up and held him like a pretty little princess again and smothering his face with kisses)

Leviathan

(Both from obey me game)

× He never really gave any thoughts about you. He always sees you playing games with children, either outside games, inside games, or even video games. Although your style of making up games was interesting, he still didn't pay much attention....Until you caught him wearing Ruri-Chan merch and her dress..... (You thought he enjoys cross-dressing or like wearing feminine clothing until he corrected you.....you may or may have not bought him more Ruri-Chan merch and dress)

× he was sooo embarrassed!!! He avoided you as much as he could and locked himself in his room for days!! Not until you knocked on the door, asking about Ruri-Chan and Anime. Saying that you were interested. Which made him hesitant but thrilled to show you the world of it. He squealed when he finally had someone to watch Ruri-Chan and Anime with him!

🎮 And when you asked him to play some video games with you, oh, you could see the excitement in his eyes. He made you come to his room every night and play with him [Don't let your dirty minds go wild >:( ] He would hog you so much that even the Brothers got jealous and tried taking you away from him for their own time with you.

🎮 He always envy those who captured your attention as if he doesn't already hog your attention. (Every brother would, especially Mammon since he is the demon of greed)

🎮 He would hesitate about going outside and spending time instead of staying in his room watching Ruri-Chan and playing video games. But he still followed you. He watches you play games with the children as you drag him over to join you and them. He never felt so active in physical activity. But it was worth it seeing the smile you had.

🎮 He found you making fireworks as you were excited to show him it. He quickly tried putting a blanket on the ground and patted the spot near him. You set off the fireworks as you ran back and laughed. Pointing at the sky, he saw fireworks blooming into a figure. It was Ruri-Chan! He was so excited and watched it as Ruri-Chan made different poses for each fireworks. He really loved spending time with you.....and he loves you

"U- uh, ahaha...." He flips the pages of a book as you stand there and chuckle. "A- are you Wi-fi? Because I can feel a connection!" Or "Are you my phone(life) charger? Because without you, I'd die!"

(Here's the real confession after those pick-up lines and he definitely still is stuttering hehe)

"[Name]...I- I uhm....I would love to spend my life with you...I love you!"

(He'll become redder than red itself if you kiss him anywhere, and he'll explode like a volcano if you kiss him on the lips.)

Satan

(Both from game)

× he was interested in your fireworks. After you got closer with him, he actually asked for a custom firework. (The fireworks were like klee bombs on safety mode as fireworks) Amazed how it can burn so brightly without burning the near surrounding things since it was on fire....literally.....you kinda had to have a bucket of water ready since it was so hot that it actually burned something.(his heart) the plants ahhaah....

× his heart softly bounded against his chest lately. Did you put a spell on him? He grumbles for the whole day but soon lit up like a cat who sees their favorite person with a treat when he sees you. As soon as he realized, he blushed and quickly walked away. Leaving you behind cunfused.

🔥 this feeling felt painful, torturing, but felt so good. But it felt way worse when he wasn't with you for a while. And even WORSER when he sees you with some random demon. He just felt like ripping that demon to shreds, making them regret and wish they were dead.

🔥He starts to miss you, slightly pouting a bit. But he heard a meow outside his door, checking on it he sees you holding a cat as you have fireworks in a bag.

🔥 he happily held the cat in his arms as he excitedly followed you. Standing under a tree, he watches the fireworks with you. Leaning softly over to your shoulder. And he even invited himself to lay his head on your lap when you let him!

"You set my heart ablaze. It feels so hot but feels so good. But it hurts me to see you with someone else. You have my soul in your hands as it is on a firely blaze.....[name], I love you"

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: All good things must come to an end… right? Words: 3k

Ralph leaned in close and whispered, "We are going to make love in every single room."

"Ralph, that'll take until Christmas!"

"So be it," he laughed.

It took 44 days.

There wasn't really a lot else to do.

Neither of you had any complaints.

When you'd arrived that first day, the skeleton staff had greeted you, taken your bags up to the bedroom Ralph specified, and escorted you to a lovely lunch on the terrace. You ate quickly, both because of the appetites you'd worked up and your desire to stretch your legs after your long journey.

After refueling, you went for a walk around the grounds. This place put the green of the park to shame. Manicured shrubs lined the path winding around the freshly trimmed lawn. The flowers smelled like heaven. A large fountain topped by a cherub squirted water in every direction. There was even a sparkling pond in the distance. You suddenly felt very small… and very tired. The sleepless night, the long car ride, the wonderful lunch, and the overwhelming openness all caught up to you at once.

"Shall we continue with the indoor tour?" Ralph asks with a pathetic attempt at enthusiasm, as the terrace came back into sight. You look over and catch him trying to stifle a yawn with the hand that's not holding yours.

"Of course! Shall we race back to the house?"

He looks down at you with a panicked expression that you have to laugh at. He tries to feign a look of annoyance, realizing you're only playing with him, but you see right through him.

"Maybe you could give me a tour of our bedroom, and then we can call it a day?"

Ralph nods, a few times too many, and picks up the pace. He leads you back to the house and through a labyrinth of doors and stairs and hallways. You make a mental note to never get separated from him, because you could easily get lost in this place and never find your way out.

Finally, you enter a room with a four-poster bed, which Ralph immediately flops on face-first, leaving his feet hanging off the side. You take a second to look around the room, then kick off your shoes and crawl onto the bed next to him. Planting an elbow on the soft bedspread and propping up your tired head, you reach out with your other hand to rub Ralph's back. He moans and scoots closer to you.

"Ralph, if we don't get undressed right now, we're going to fall asleep in these clothes."

He mumbles something you can't quite make out.

"Come on, snugglepup, I'll help you," you offer with a pat to his shoulder, dragging yourself off the bed. Ralph doesn't move. You untie his shoes, which is a little difficult from this downward angle, and pull them off for him. You speak his name, but he still won't move. You grab his ankles and give your best yank.

He yelps and claws desperately at the bedspread, despite the fact that you'd barely moved him.

"Come on," you laugh. "Clothes off. You'll thank me later."

The big baby you married flips over and unbuttons his trousers with a grumble, still refusing to get up. You tug them off by the legs as he lifts his rear, then fold them and set them aside. Ralph unbuttons his shirt as you shed your dress, then you help him pull that off as well.

After what feels like far too long, you're both in your underthings and under the covers, with the intention of sleeping until dinner.

You slept 'til breakfast.

You quickly fell into a most wonderful routine.

You'd wake up when you felt like it, ring for breakfast, and eat in bed. After getting dressed, you'd explore. Ralph led you through the entire house and showed you each room in those first few days, but given your desire to know each room a little more intimately, most of them required a second (or third) look.

You'd decided to bypass the servants' quarters, thinking it best not to invade their space with your marital shenanigans.

The same couldn't be said for Victoria's bedroom.

Or the bedroom of Ralph's least favorite grandmother.

In the early afternoon, you'd have lunch on the terrace, when the weather allowed. When it didn't, you'd spread a blanket on the floor and have a picnic indoors. A nap often followed lunch. It was a lazy kind of life you were living, and you loved every second of it.

You'd eaten exactly one meal in the dining hall. Every clink of the fork had echoed throughout the ridiculously large room. Every laugh bounced back. Every whisper was amplified. From then on, the staff brought your dinner to a cozy room on the second floor with large windows overlooking the pond. You much preferred a tiny table for two over the monstrosity in the formal dining room… although you'd found a better use for that table as you checked rooms off your list.

Ralph had brought his ukulele with him, and liked playing after dinner. You loved listening to him, and cheering him on. You adored the goofy grin he'd get after you clapped and asked for an encore, or quoted your favorite part back to him. He had a talent for writing silly little songs about what you'd done that day. You wished you'd thought to start writing down the lyrics sooner, because you'd both forget everything but a line or two by morning. (Even though most of his lyrics would be deemed inappropriate and scandalous to anyone but the two of you.)

When you weren't sleeping, lounging, or checking rooms off of your list, you explored. You found hidden passageways inside, and trails outside the manicured lawns. There were several game rooms, and an impressively stocked library that you spent a fair amount of time in. There was no room for boredom with Ralph Penbury around. You enjoyed every minute of your time together, even when you were just reading aloud to each other or watching the swans swim on the pond.

You'd heard tales of people spending too much time together. Getting to know each other too well. But you wanted to know everything about Ralph, and he wanted to know everything about you. You'd had a wonderful start, with all that time alone in the park, but you became experts on each other during your honeymoon.

You learned that he liked watching the swans from a distance, but was terrified to get too close, because one had chased him all the way from the pond to the back steps as a child. You learned that he loved wine, but wouldn't eat grapes unless you fed them to him. (You didn't mind this a bit.) You learned that Ralph looked absolutely breathtaking with a beard, but had been hesitant to grow one because of his sister. You learned just how insecure and eager to please he was, and vowed to spend the rest of your life reassuring him and encouraging him to do things that made him happy. You learned what it was like to be so consumed by love, you wouldn't know how to breathe without it. And you hoped you'd never have to.

Ralph learned a lot too. He learned that you loved to hold him as much as he loved to hold you. He learned that you were afraid of mice, but preferred that they were relocated rather than killed. (The staff was not amused at this request, but Ralph adored you for it.) He learned that you hated wearing hats, because your mother had once stabbed you with a hat pin, and you weren't entirely convinced it was an accident. And perhaps most importantly, he learned what it felt like to be loved for who he was. So many of the things he'd always been mocked or chastised for, you encouraged. You admired his musical talents. You loved laughing and talking and playing games with him. Even when you were playing against each other, it still felt like you were on the same side. You listened to him, and made him feel like everything he had to say was worthwhile; you acknowledged every one of his little observations throughout the day, no matter how random, and often had a thought of your own to add. You told him that you loved him no matter what, and he believed you. He truly did.

You adored waking up next to Ralph.

He was always handsome. But first thing in the morning? You didn't think you'd ever get used to this. His eyes seemed lighter somehow, and his hair was always a beautiful mess. His voice in the morning was deep and gravelly, and every time he spoke, you felt it vibrate through your entire body. And he was warm. So warm. Even when you'd drifted apart during the night, you could feel his warmth and know he was still there without even opening your eyes.

But you quite enjoyed opening your eyes in the morning now. No more unhappy groans as Nancy ripped your curtains open and blinded you with sunlight and dragged you out of bed for the early breakfast your mother insisted on. Here, with just the two of you, you could stay in bed all day if you wanted. And some days, you did.

You and Ralph always woke up within a few minutes of each other, as if you could sense that the other needed company. You'd greet each other with a sleepy smile and a morning kiss. Sometimes he'd pull you closer and you'd fall back asleep together. Sometimes you engaged in other activities first. Once, you'd repeated the process until lunchtime, skipping breakfast entirely. That was a good day.

Today was… not shaping up to be a good day.

Ralph woke with a gasp just before sunrise, and sat up straight to catch his breath. Having been jostled from your slumber by his sudden movement, you sit beside him and place a comforting hand on his back.

"What's up, pup?"

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"I dreamt that Victoria was here."

You let out a sleepy chuckle. "It could be worse, I suppose." He tilts his head to look at you. "We could've suffered a dream visit from our mothers." He cracks a grin, shakes his head, and lets himself fall backward onto his pillow.

Ralph extends an arm and guides you to him. You rest your head on his chest and drape an arm across him, drifting back to sleep with a smile as he plays with your hair.

A few hours later, a loud rumble rouses you from your sleep. Blinking in confusion, you soon realize it's Ralph's stomach. You lift your head from his chest and look up at him with a grin, but he's staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Ralph? Are you alright?"

He snaps out of it and looks down at you with a smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.

"I'm fine. Ready for breakfast?"

The bell is rung and the food is delivered. Ralph seems a little more like himself with a full belly.

"What shall we do today, my wonderful wife?" he asks, leaning back against the pillows, fingers laced behind his head. You take this as an invitation to return to his chest, and he quickly drops an arm to stroke up and down your back.

"I don't know, my handsome husband, what did you have in mind?" you countered.

"I think there's a secret passageway somewhere in the drawing room on the third floor that we could look for."

Before you can respond that yes, this sounds like a great idea, you hear the honking of a horn. You look up at Ralph, who shares your confusion. You hadn't heard a thing except wild animals and the occasional chatter from the staff while you were here.

Ralph carefully extracts himself from your grasp and walks to the window, which he promptly bangs his head on. You crawl out of bed and join him as the horns grow closer.

Three cars, packed full of people, are barreling down the drive.

"Victoria?"

"Victoria," Ralph groans.

You both dress quickly and head downstairs. Ralph stomps down the grand staircase, you trail behind, hurrying to keep up with his long strides. You've never seen him this angry before.

Ralph flings the front door open and marches out to meet his sister, who is pointing out things to the friends who are slowly pouring out of the cars like clowns at the circus.

"Ralph, what are you doing here? And what is that on your face?"

You can't hear Ralph's side of the conversation, but you give Victoria an awkward wave when she looks over at you, then lean against the door frame. Soon, a fuming Ralph returns to you and grabs your hand, pulling you back upstairs without a word. You look over your shoulder at the people coming in, and the two maids watching Victoria and her unexpected arrivals with panic in their eyes.

Back inside the bedroom you'd claimed, Ralph slams the door and kicks it with a pained grunt. You sit on the bed and wait for him to collect himself. When he finally turns around, his anger has turned to despair. He walks to you, utterly defeated, and falls to his knees in front of you. He buries his face in your lap, bringing his arms around your hips in a strange hug.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. One of your hands comes to rest on his shoulder, and the other begins stroking his hair. It had grown considerably during your time here, now that he didn't have a barber around the corner to visit twice a month. You had trouble keeping your hands out of it, now that there was more of it to play with, but Ralph didn't seem to mind at all.

"It's alright, love."

"I had no idea they were coming. Or why they did. Victoria hasn't been here since our 18th birthday."

"It's not your fault, pup."

"My sister has ruined our honeymoon."

"Ralph, we've been here for nearly two months. If things had continued being so perfect, we might never have left."

"That was the plan."

You chuckled, tracing the shell of his ear with your fingertip. He sighs happily, and then his eyes pop open.

"Victoria is going to tell our mothers where we are."

"They were bound to find out eventually."

"They're going to know we lied. There was no cruise. Your mother is going to hate me more than she already does."

"Then I'll just have to love you more to make up for it."

"How are you being so calm about this?" He finally raises his head to look at you.

"Ralph, we're married. What are they going to do, tell us we can't see each other anymore?" You give him a smile, but he still looks worried. You move a hand to cup his jaw, stroking his cheek with your thumb in reassurance. "You are mine, and I am yours, and no one can take that away from us."

You tuck a lock of hair behind his ear, and his eyes begin to tear up. He buries his face in your lap again to hide it. You resume stroking his hair, until he heaves another sigh.

"Time to go home?" he mumbles.

"Home is wherever we're together."

A loud crash comes from nearby, followed by a shrill laugh.

"But perhaps we should return to the city for awhile. Enjoy a bit of peace and quiet," you joke.

Ralph smiles weakly and gives you a nod.

"One more night?"

"Maybe two? I can think of a few rooms we should try to revisit before they get trashed."

This seems to perk him up.

The return trip wasn't as somber as you thought it would be. Ralph pointed out some things you'd missed on the first part of the trip, such as the field of sheep that had once gotten loose and wandered all over the Penbury property. Victoria was still terrified of them. You stored this information for later.

About halfway through your journey, Ralph spotted a restaurant with tiny tables outside. He asked the driver to stop, and you had a wonderful lunch together in the sunshine. One last hurrah before returning to real life, you assumed. You didn't mind. You knew you'd have to go back eventually. London is where your lives were, where your families were. Honeymoons don't last forever. You knew this. But still, you couldn't help but savor every last second of your time alone with the love of your life.

Ralph seemed to have the same idea. He ordered three different desserts to sample, then insisted on coffee. Your lunch had lasted nearly two hours. Finally, Ralph couldn't put off the inevitable any longer. You returned to the car, and the journey continued.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed, you were back in front of Penbury House. Ralph helped you out of the car, and as you stood there stretching your legs, the front door opened and Langley came scrambling out to fetch your bags. Like he'd been expecting you.

Ralph took your hand, and with a sigh, you started up the front steps. When you reached the door, you heard two familiar voices yelling on the other side of it. Your mothers, of course. It seems Victoria had indeed spread the news of your hiding place at her earliest convenience. You'd have to remember to thank her for this.

"I don't suppose you have any other forgotten family properties we could hide out in?" you ask with a smirk.

"No, but I thought we might begin looking for a place of our own tomorrow."

"Tomorrow can't come soon enough," you half-joke, looking up at him with a wink. Ralph smiles and leans down for one last kiss before your honeymoon officially ends, somehow knowing how to make time stand still just when you need it the most. When he pulls away, he tucks a stray hair behind your ear and straightens his lapels, standing tall like he's suddenly acquired the confidence to face your families.

"Well, my darling wife, as we go now to face whatever hell awaits us on the other side of this door... please know this has been the best month and a half of my life, and that I loved you 'til the very end."

"Was it worth it, my dear husband?"

"Absolutely."

#writings of despair #ralph is worth it #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

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Someday

because I couldn't come to terms with what had happened to them and needed to get this out of me as fast as possible.

This is set 5 years after the end of season 3.....

The brush strokes against the horse's body were soothing, it was something she had always found almost meditative. Brush Brush Brush. The process was almost a symphony at this point. Brush Brush Brush. Sara hadn't been working at Hans stable for very long. Only for the last 2 years, after school and her own graduation had passed she found herself stuck. Nothing to do, no prospects. She wasn't dumb by any means she was just lost. Simon was off coasting the world with Willhim spending their summer somewhere warm based on the postcards she had received from Italy. Felice was preparing for the next stage in her life. A prestigious culinary school in America, and that left her home alone. Luckily an advertisement had been called to her in the morning paper and since then she hasn't looked back.

“Sara, could you come back to the office for a moment?” a voice called to her from the back of the stables. The voice belonged to Hans. The owner, her boss, and at the moment one of her closest friends. Hans was a kind man, old and short. He loved horses as much as she did, something that was apparent from the start. Usually, a level-headed person the franticness with which he was moving things in his office felt more than offputting.

“Ah, Sara” Hans outstretched his hands in a beckoning motion reaching for her shoulders.”I've good news very good news. One might say the best.” His eyes held more excitement than she had ever seen before

“Which is?” she asked

“We have quite the guest coming today, I need you to make sure every horse is looking their best, no mistakes.” Hans quickly let go of her shoulders with a pat. His body was a dancer walking around the room putting away any messes and papers that were out of place.

“A guest?” she questioned the farm often had guests. Mostly rich folk looking to buy, or new money trying to flaunt their wealth with the buying of a horse. All in her opinion were idiots. A guest of this caliber however must have been someone big. Never had she seen Hans get so worked up.

“Yes, yes, now hurry it up They are here soon enough” Hans shooed her out of his office handing her a small broom before she left. After a few hours had passed she heard it. With the sudden approach of cars, looking out a small window she saw two very expensive vehicles. The usual rich types. From the door stepped a woman who looked like a heaven on a platter. Long legs flawless skin. She oozed radiance. From the other side of the car stepped a man. Curly dark hair. Striking blue eyes that haunted her memory from time to time. Her posture was tenser than anyone she had ever known. August had just stepped out of the car.

“I see you've noticed our guests. Can you believe it, the king has come to look for a horse at my shop” Hans came to her side also trying to look through the window. She tried plastering on her most believable smile, attempting to hide the panic that coursed through her veins.

“How about you go and get the Annbell out, she's the calmest one.”

“Of course”

The process of getting the horse out was walled from her mind. Too busy thinking about what would happen if he saw her. It had been 5 years. A long time, and yet not quite long enough for her. She walked into the barn the backs of the couple faced her as Hans expressed his gratitude at their arrival

“Ah here we are, this is one of our finest mares.” Hans reached for the reigns that were in her hands which easily were taken away as august looked at her for the first time. From her standpoint, it looked as though the air had been sucked from his body. The woman standing next to him reached forward towards the horse.

“Oh, she's just beautiful! How perfect!” Her manicured hands clasped together giddy to be near the animal. “Oh August isn't she lovely” The woman was now reaching for the reigns that were in Hans's hand. Looking back toward August for confirmation, but he hadn't stopped looking at her.

“Yes, she's perfect.” His gaze was unwavering.

“How about we get you saddled up?” Hans smiled at the young woman, and she had to admit her eagerness was endearing in a way. Like that of a child. Walking away from the groups found herself a spot against the wall. There was no point in standing there unless she was needed. Why put herself through the burning of his eyes when she could avoid them?

She leaned against the wall watching them as August watched her. A game of looking that was becoming more annoying by the second. Before he began to walk towards her. The staring she could handle but the thought of a conversation made her palms start to sweat.

“Hello” His voice was deeper than she remembered, smoother in the way his mouth formed his vowels. She kept her eyes on the ground. Realizing he wouldn't be getting a repose he moved towards her spot and let his body rest against the wall next to her

He had the same smell. That was the first thing she noticed. That rich encompassing smell that often lingered on her clothes after she left. The only difference was that it was stronger now. Wasnt diluted by the water she often caught him filling into the bottle. He didn't need to resort to that now. He was going to be king. A king could buy as many lavish collages as he wanted, there was no fear of the money going dry. With him standing so close it felt as though she couldn't breathe. The last time they had spoken. Actually spoken to one another, she was sure she'd broken his heart. That memory flickered through her mind sometimes. His dejected eyes. Once so happy to look at her were red with tears. The way he had tried to reach for her when he first saw her. So eager to have her close even if it was just for a moment. She never wanted to make anyone feel that way again. She could feel his gaze on her head. Willing her to look at him. She stared straight ahead. Afraid that if she looked up that memory would no longer be a flicker but a burning picture in her mind.

“She's pretty.” The words had fallen out of her mouth before she could stop them. They were true, however. The woman who had accompanied him was beautiful. She had walked in with such elegance it wasn't hard to see why Augst had chosen her. He was always attracted to the richer things in life. Her elegance was however nowhere to be found as she attempted to month the horse.

“I suppose.” August's reply was dry, it was obvious he would rather talk about anything else than his companion.

“Where did you meet?” Her speech felt slowed like she was trying to make sure this was really happening.

“Nowhere. This is our third outing, the cameras will be here in a moment. Take some pictures, then take some more. It's very logistical.” His tone had reached its typical professional level it often sounded like on the TV and only then did she look up. He had abandoned looking at her face and it gave her a moment to take his in. Still skinny, eyes now seemed to hold more weight under them. A few wrinkles here and there that showed the years that had passed between them. He took a deep breath before looking down at her. His eyes creased in a small smile.

“You look well, I hope you are” His eyes seemed to jump everywhere on her face trying to take everything in all at once. She looked the same, she was certain of that, but the way he looked at her made her think she was someone different. Someone worthy of a second look.

“She doesn't see me. Not the way you do.” His words registered slowly in her head. She could feel the warmth of his shoulder more than ever, along with the slow inching of his pinky finger towards her hand. God she wished he would stop looking at her like that.

“Sara!” Hans's voice broke through the moment. “Come over here, help Mrs Andersson get to a trot” As she walked towards the horse she couldn't help a look back. August had resumed his tense position and had now plastered an almost cartoonish smile onto his face. From the corner of her eye, she saw a flash. The cameras had arrived. Logistical he had said and he wasn't kidding this moment felt as clinical as that word.

It continued like that for an hour she would walk the horse in circles, the people taking photos and moving others, as they saw fit. August and the girl together, August and the girl separate, leaning on the wall, with the horse. It never ended. Until suddenly they were done. Cameras were packed, people went to their cars, and Sara was given the reigns to take the horse back into its stall. Taking one last look behind her as August led the young woman he was with out of the barn towards the cars. He was done here too. Gotten his photos, and now he had bigger things to do. She almost couldn't believe she had seen him. August Horn of Årnäs, well not of Årnäs anymore but still. It didn't quite feel real.

Brush Brush Brush back to the regular meditative motions away from thoughts of him. Brush Brush Brush. Away from thinking of them.

“It never passed.”

Her hand stopped its path mid-motion.

“Excuse me” She turned and there he was. Standing in that ridiculous suit that cost more than the shoes she had on her feet.

“You said it would, and it didn't. Which honestly was a greater pain in itself. I wanted to forget everything about you.”

Augu-” She had moved towards him trying to push him back through the door

“No, please Sara. Please let me say this because I don't think I'll ever get another chance.” He reached his hands toward her. Sliding his hands around her waist, gently squeezing as if making sure she wasn't a figment of his imagination.

“You were right when you said I didn't see you, but I've spent every day trying. I've looked back on who we were a million times. I spent so long trying to achieve the crown it was all I could see, but when I had it….it didn't feel the same as having you look at me and actually know who I was.” His hand enveloped the side of her face, tracing the freckles that had appeared from time in the sun willing them into his memory. He closed his eyes, leaning his head against her own. Brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

“I'm not asking you to say anything back, I just needed you to know.” Sara felt August's body unwind as he finished his sentence, the tension that covered his arms vanished as he wrapped himself around her. They stood like this for a moment and with a sharp inhale he was gone from her body again. The warmth he had wrapped her in vanished, and he passed her one last look before she left the room. She stood there for a while longer trying to memorize the places his hands had touched. How rough they had felt against her face.

Hans entered the room as she stood motionless.”Nice folks.” His words made her snap out of her stupor.

“Oh yeah… definitely..” The brushing resumed again. Forget him her mind screamed.

“The man left this and said it was for you. A friend of yours?” Hans had flashed a small business card at her, a number engraved on the back.

She could feel the smile beginning to form on her face. August would never let her forget him. It wasn't his nature

“Maybe one day.”

#sara eriksson #sara and august #august horn #sara x august

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myrandomfandomramblings · 1 year

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Simple The Rookie 5x08/5x09 rewrite to separate the end of Chris/Lucy and start of Chenford and get to see a little bit more into Tim and Lucy’s thought processes and feelings.

Everything is the same except the end scene of 5x08 is essentially moved to the end of 5x09, combined with that end scene and expanded, and instead at the end of 5x08 there’s a heart-to-heart between Lucy and Angela.

Of course the office scene where Tim gives Lucy break-up advise is also changed, but only slightly.

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5x08 end scene:

“Hey, can I get your opinion on something?” Lucy asks as she approaches Angela’s desk.

“Of course.” Angela replies closing the file in front of her as Lucy pulls an empty chair over, “What’s up?”

“Uh,” Lucy stutters, “I’m actually not even sure where to start.”

“Is this about you buying a house with Chris?”

“How’d you know about that?” Lucy asks, surprised.

“I have my sources,” Angela smirks, “So big step. How are you feeling?”

“That’s just it,” Lucy begins, “I don’t know what to feel. I mean I should be happy, excited. This is what I’ve always wanted. To meet a guy and fall in love, move in together and start a family, but…” Lucy trails off.

“…you didn’t fall in love,” Angela prods gently.

“No,” Lucy breathes, “I didn’t. I mean I wanted to. I tried really hard to convince myself that one day I would, but now, I just don’t think I’ll ever get there. When Chris started showing me houses I realized I just can’t picture that future. Not with him.”

Angela nods. “So did you come to me for break-up advice?”

“I- I guess I just wanted someone to tell me that it was okay to want to end it. I mean he’s a good guy, we get along well, have similar interests, want the same things in life. Am I crazy for not wanting to try and make it work anymore?”

“You’re not crazy and you did try, but you can’t force yourself feel something you don’t and pretending otherwise just hurts everyone involved.”

Lucy nods, “It all sounds so simple when you say it.”

“Oh, love’s never simple,” Angela laughs, “in fact that’s how I know you and Chris never had it.”

Lucy raises her eyebrows, “Care to enlighten me?”

“The perfect partner doesn’t just fit into your life, they change it, and you, for the better. They challenge you and push you and make you a better person and they grow and change because of you. They are the person whose simple presence brings you happiness, comfort and excitement. The person who knows you better than you know yourself. The person you’d move heaven and earth for without a second thought. The person who can hurt you more deeply than anyone else. It’s not some formula where if somebody checks off enough boxes they become that person. They just are that person. Your person, wether you like it or not.” Angela stops then, noticing Lucy’s eyes glisten as they avoid hers.

“Hey, it’s ok, one day you’ll find that,” Angela says patting Lucy’s shoulder.

“What if I already have,” Lucy sniffs, “and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Angela follows Lucy’s gaze then and unsurprisingly finds herself looking at Tim across the bull pen.

She can’t help but smile as she turns back to Lucy. “Then you’ll figure it out. Just give yourself some time.”

Lucy just nods as she steals another glance at Tim.

“But first things first,” Angela smirks, “you need to break up with Chris.”

Lucy sighs throwing her head back, “I know. I just don’t want to hurt him anymore than I have to. After all, he almost died because of me, the least I can do is not completely break his heart. Ugh,” she sighs again, “It would be so much easier if I could just be the type of asshole who breaks up with people over text.”

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Office scene:

“So have you decided to move in with Chris after all,” Tim asks Lucy as soon as Chris leaves the room.

“No, I’m trying to break-up with him,” Lucy whines.

“And how’s that going?” Tim teases.

“I’m in the planning stages. I’m just reviewing the literature.”

“Literature? Lucy a psychology journal is not going to tell you how to break up with Chris. I mean, uh, just ask him to your office and ask for his playbook. Quick and easy,” Tim offers.

“His playbill?” Lucy asks, confused.

“His playbook. When you get kicked off a team you have to turn in your playbook. It’s a metaphor.”

“No, it’s cruel. I’m… I’m gonna handle it my way.”

“If... If you're having second thoughts-” Tim asks tentatively, hoping he isn’t pressuring her into ending it with Chris when she doesn’t want to.

“No, I... I'm not,” Lucy replies.

“Good,” Tim smiles and Lucy’s more confident in her decision than ever.

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5x09 end scene:

How's it going? Lucy asks, surprising Tim as he exits Mid-Wilshire’s front doors into the streetlight lit courtyard.

Tim sighs, “Survived my shift as watch commander, glad Grey will be returning tomorrow and I won’t have to do it again. What are you doing back?”

“Uh- Can we talk?” Lucy asks guiding Tim over to sit down in front of one of the flower beds.

When Tim just nods Lucy continues.

“I talked to Chris.”

“How did it go?”

“Uh, awful. Yeah. But it's done.”

“Honestly, I still don’t understand what took you so long. It clearly wasn’t working out. I don’t know why you wouldn��t just admit it. Was it guilt? Because of what Rosalind did to him?”

“Oh, like I’m the only one that stayed too long when things weren’t working. You dated a lifeguard. You don’t even like going to the beach.”

“This isn’t about me,” Tim interrupts, fuelled by the frustration that comes from unrequited feelings. Lucy tries to cut him off but he persists, “It’s not.”

“If it’s not about you then why do you care so much?” She spits back. He’s temporarily stunned into silence as he pulls back a bit and blinks to clear his head.

“You know why,” he finally offers and his tone has softened.

“I don’t actually,” Lucy rebuts “You continue to chastise me about staying in a dead-end relationship when you would still be in one too, if Ashley hadn’t pulled the plug for you.”

“You’re right,” Tim admits and Lucy’s fire starts to dissipate, “I stayed with Ashley far past when I knew it wasn’t going to work out, because it was easy and safe. But I wasn’t happy and when she ended it, instead of sadness I felt relief. And in that relief I found clarity. I didn’t want you to make my same mistakes. I wanted you to be braver than I was.” He pauses, waiting for Lucy to jump in but when she just continues to stare at him with big open eyes he continues.

“You asked me why I care. I care because I care about you. I want you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I thought you were happy with him, but then it became obvious you weren’t and you deserve to be happy, Lucy.” He knows he should stop before he says too much but every emotion he’s grappled with since that undercover kiss is now coursing through his veins, pushing him forward. “You deserve to find someone who truly makes you happy.”

“Are you saying that could be you?” Lucy asks tentatively.

“Is that crazy?” Tim asks, more vulnerable than she’d ever seen him.

Lucy shakes her head, “Not crazy,” she clarifies “but kind of terrifying, because if we do this and it doesn’t work I’ll have ruined the most important relationship in my life.”

Tim freezes then not quite believing what he is hearing. That she feels the same way. Yet, here she is not only confirming that he is the most important person in her life but also that them being together is a real option. They could choose that. Choose each other. Choose happiness.

Lucy must read his silence as hesitation because she starts to backtrack.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have,”

“You’re right,” he quickly interrupts.

“So we should just keep going the way we have been, right?,” Lucy proposes coyly, “It’s not worth the risk.”

“Unless it is?” Tim quickly offers.

Lucy looks back at him questioning. He hesitates before clarifying.

“I know it’s complicated, it could have ramifications not only on us personally but also professionally and we could come to regret it,” Tim explains, “but over the last few weeks I’ve realized that if we don’t at least try I’ll always wonder ‘what if?’”

“Are you trying to ask me something, Tim,” Lucy asks, voice laced with anticipation.

“I can’t remember,” Tim teases.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” Lucy replies quietly.

Tim pauses then, taking a couple deep breaths and allowing himself to really take her in, as he summons all his courage.

“Do you want to get dinner sometime,” he finally asks.

“Yes” she replies immediately and he can’t help but beam.

“Yeah?” He confirms. It stills seems too good to be true.

“Yeah,” she confirms. “I do.”

And they can’t help but stare at each other, broad smiles plastered to their faces as their hearts beat out of their chests.

#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #angela lopez

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thegroovywitch · 1 year

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Ahmet Ertegun Tribute Concert, December 10, 2007

✧ JOHN PAUL JONES ✧

As soon as we got together at the first rehearsal to explore the possibility of whether we could still play together and be as powerful and exciting as we once were, the answer was blindingly obvious. The energy and the chemistry was absolutely still there.

The show itself felt like the first night of a tour. We wanted to keep everything simple and real, to let the power of the music speak for itself.

✧ JIMMY PAGE ✧

There had been unfounded rumours of a Led Zeppelin reunion over a number of years.

When the opportunity arrived it was clear that to present a show illustrating how we

ticked musically would need careful consideration.

The first step was to get into a rehearsal room with Jason and kick it off. Even at this

stage it was robust, exciting and passionate.

We managed to continue with the rehearsals over the next few months, subject to

everyone’s availability, shaping the set, building confidence, reconnecting with the Zeppelin synchronicity.

The last days production rehearsal, at the sound stage in Shepperton, gives a

fine example of how ready we were to take on the world of the O2 and beyond.

There was a lot to live up to, but the preparation and passion was undeniable.

We were ready!

✧ ROBERT PLANT ✧

Why?

For me..

A fond farewell to Ahmet for all the reasons WE knew...

His contribution in that groundbreaking team that was for 30 years shaping taste for aspiring musicians....

For me..

A focus on Bonzo’s contribution to our adventures and to his tribe, Joan, Pat, Jason, Zoe, Devvie, and Matthew who I have been connected to since teenage days. So of course, Jason, magnificent juggernaut with style, enthusiasm and encyclopaedic reference to a hazy past ironically and finally was to drive us forward.

For me..

The night could consolidate: bring us together again with focus somewhere beyond fading memory....

And to do justice to meaning and expectation..

Four men stood in the dark behind a huge blacked out projection screen.

It was a big ‘ask’.

Anticipation and hype are not sensitive bedfellows...

Everyone had worked diligently around us; there was a plan...but no escape.

Many years long gone since the swagger and molten inventions of ‘devil may care’...

So who were we to ourselves and to each other to weave, to meld, to mean it..on that night?

House lights down – no place to hide....

✧ JASON BONHAM ✧

On June 10th 2007, Robert, Jimmy, John Paul and myself got together to start rehearsing for what was to become the greatest day of my life.

Six months later, we were at the O2 waiting to go on stage. I kissed my wife and kids as they left my dressing room to take their seats. I heard Robert’s voice in the hallway say, “Is he coming or not?” I couldn't even swallow let alone reply, so I walked into the hallway to see Robert, Jimmy and John Paul chatting and laughing with each other. They didn’t look nervous at all. We stopped for a quick photo and then Robert said, “Let’s have some fun. Remember to enjoy it because no one can take that away from you.”

The lights went down and I could hear the mighty roar of the crowd. I climbed onto the drums in darkness waiting for my cue. The moment was seconds away and still I couldn't swallow. It’s time. I raise my sticks and count us off into “Good Times Bad Times”. This really is the greatest day of my life!!

The show goes better than I could have hoped. I start to relax and I’m having a ball. With every song I’m feeling better and better. By the time we got to “Kashmir”, I was really going for it. Really, this was so good. Everyone was on top of their game. It was magical. We leave the stage and I’m in heaven. “Whole Lotta Love” is next, and it felt fantastic.

We closed the show with “Rock And Roll”, and my dream was coming to an end. “This might never happen again,” I thought. I didn’t want it to stop. I felt a certain closeness to Dad...like he was there with us and he was one with me. As I wait for my cue from Robert, I fill up with emotion and use it as fuel to deliver the drum break ending we all know so well in “Rock And Roll”. We take a bow. Smiles are all around me. I slowly walk to the dressing room where I collapse and burst into tears. I had fulfilled my dream – to play drums on stage with Led Zeppelin, the greatest band of all time. It felt good, really good!

— From the official ‘Celebration Day’ (2012) Booklet

#led zeppelin #2007 #jimmy page #robert plant #jason bonham #john bonham #john paul jones #classic rock #classic rock fandom #rock n roll #hard rock #rock music #rock #concerts & events #facts & trivia #by dee dee 🌺🕯️

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Can we get a headcanon where the reader sleeps alone, but the pillarmen keep coming to her to make a little nest to sleep all together (or bring her to their nest) and she wakes up in their arms?

Welp! Let me change it a little! What if the reader sees the process through a baby camera since they wanted to record anything bad happened? Hehe, let me see what I can do! Wouldn't it be cute that they all wanted to be with the reader but they don't want to admit it?

Dealing with pillarmen that doesn't know personal space, except for Whammu because he's a good boy, is really hard. Especially when they feel entitled to be with you, nothing romantic in general (since I don't do polygamy) just platonic love, ehem...if they admit to it though.

Okay so let's say that you have been trying to maintain your privacy with four pillarmen in your house, so you try to lock your windows and door of your room so you can sleep peacefully, and no, none of Acdc's whines and Kars's tempting suggestions at having him next to you so you can enjoy his presence, the guy smells like heaven all the time, can make you give in and let them in your room. And you make sure to lock any entrance properly, but you fail every night, finding yourself surrounded by four bulky men sleeping next to or om the ground. No lock or warning can stop them. You're not safe without being in their sight range!

You soon got fed up changing locks and finding yourself on top of a nearly naked demi vampire God. So you tried to drail some sense into them.

"For the last time guys..." you groaned as you snatched the mug of coffee from Acdc as he patted your head. You narrowed your eyes at him so he knew he had to move his hand away. "I'm a grown-up, okay? I surely need people's company when I'm going to sleep but not all the time! Like...don't you guys have anything to do? You've given me enough money from selling your jewelry and I've provided you with four big mattresses! Why don't you just let me be?" You said as you sipped on the coffee, having a look of "I'm fed up with your vamp shit" on your face. Whammu cleared his throat and looked away, Santana started to count the numbers of cereals in his bowl and Kars looked at his painted nails. They were ignoring whatever you tried to explain to them. You were their little human and you had to be at their arm's reach all the time.

This was why you decided to set a camera to see why none of your locks worked. So you purchased one and set it up when no one was watching, so you could record yourself sleeping. The night passed smoothly for you, you did your nightly routine and went to your room after saying good night to pillarmen who were still watching telly, you never found out why they were so interested in stupid soap operas, locked the door of your room and went back to sleep.

Not surprisingly when you woke up by alarm you were sleeping on top of Whammu who had hugged you closely, Kars was sleeping next to him as Santana had laid on the floor, hugging the plushie you had bought him. Acdc was nowhere to be seen but you could hear him humming in the kitchen as he cooked breakfast. AND THE DOOR WAS OPEN! Its key was mutilated and there was no use in keeping it. The company who repaired your doors was going to question the reason for the frequently destroyed keys and you didn't want to explain anything!

Anywho, you didn't argue with them that morning, which was pleasantly surprising to the pillarmen, you just watched your phone as they looked at you curiously. They were not aware of the fact that you were watching the camera's footage.

The first stages of the video were normal, but soon after you had gotten into a deep sleep, the lock was destroyed and melted down by Acdc's hot veins. You had guessed it was him since the metal had melted down, but apparently, on other nights, Kars had sliced the lock since the kick was cut in half clean. Acdc crawled into the room and as he tucked you in more he hugged you from behind.

A few minutes passed and Kars joined his friend, hugging your other side. No wonder that night you had a pleasant dream of a garden, it must have been his scent filling your nose.

Whammu joined in when Acdc had fallen asleep, he just slept on the rug, later in the video you'd find out that Acdc had woken him up so he could keep you company while the old volcano was cooking in the kitchen.

You were both pissed and in awe at those proud pillarmen who were so much eager to keep you close while you slept. But the peak of the video, which made you spit your coffee out when you saw it and made Acdc and Whammu worried, was the part that Santana's head showed up facing the camera, its mouth open as it looked at the camera, the guy was indeed clever. But the silly way he stared at the camera with mouth open made you laugh so hard that you couldn't drink your coffee.

Apparently you had to put up with them and let them sleep with you, so, rip privacy!

#blue answers #jojo #yandere jojo #yandere #yandere jojo x reader #yandere pillarmen #pillarman x reader #acdc #whammu #kars #santana #jojo bizzare

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fuckyeah-jessicabiel · 1 year

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Jessica Biel for CosmoGirl October/November 1999 by Jodi Bryson

Find out why this 7th Heaven star is the coolest friend a girl could have!

"I'm definitely weird," Jessica Biel confesses as she digs through the knick-knacks in her bedroom. "I have some really wild stuff." She points out her collection of vintage sunglasses, a bunch of so-bright-they're-blinding wigs, dozens of phone numbers taped to the wall, and her favorite Abercrombie & Fitch ad. "He is the hottest Abercrombie model ever," she says.

The 17 year old star of 7th Heaven just finished her third season on the show and aced her junior year of high school. Now she's flinging clothes around her bedroom to prep for a European vacation with two of her closest friends. "I want to go someplace I've never been with people I really love hanging out with," she says. "I want to see some amazing things."

Jessie has that I'll-try-anything-once outlook down pat. She started her career as a model, but at 14 decided to give acting a whirl. Like in a Hollywood fairy tale, she flew to L.A. and had just a few auditions before scoring the primo role of Mary Camden.

Jessie works on 7th Heaven six days a week, nine months a year. But as soon as she steps off the set, straight-arrow Mary vanishes and the real Jessie charms everyone around her with warp-speed chitchat about her big plans for the future (a backpacking trip with her best friend, college, and maybe a second career as a photographer). Clearly, Jessie is ready to take on the world. First stop, Europe!

The Big Trip

"I have no idea what to expect," Jessie says of her European vacation, "but I just can't wait to eat that good food!" Is she worried about travelling to strange countries where she doesn't know a soul? "No, I'm very excited. My mom has a checklist of things for me to do before I go: Make copies of my passport, driver's license, and credit cards; pack these things close to my body but separate from my wallet. My mother has planed it all out -- I just gotta do it."

Jessie makes a surprisingly small pile of clothes at the bottom of her bed, then crams it into a backpack. "I'm honestly taking one pair of pants, a T-shirt, a couple pairs of shorts, a few tank tops, a sweatshirt, a bathing suit, and two pairs of underwear that I'll keep throwing in the sink. My camera is the most important thing."

In addition to taking tons of snaps, Jessie has dreamed up the coolest way to keep track of her European adventures. "Instead of a private diary, I'm going to take a big book, like a communal journal, and anyone can write in it," she says. "If someone says, 'Can I see your journal and write a little entry?' that's cool. It will be nice to look back and read what we all did and what we felt together." Bon voyage!

Best Friends

Her travelling companions are her friends Shane Nelson and Light Dreamer Eternity. "Light rocks so hard," Jessie says. And even though she lives in L.A. now, Jessie is still supertight with her best friend from her hometown of Boulder, Colorado, who's also named Jessie. "I have pictures of Jessie and me stuck all over my room," she says. What's her secret for maintaining such strong friendships? "There's never the silent treatment," Jessie explains. "If I was in a fight with a friend, I would just call and be like, What is the deal? What did I do? What do we need to talk about? How can we get it over with?" Jessie's the kind of friend who wouldn't let you stay mad at her.

A Special Guy

Will her absence make anyone's heart grow fonder? Jessie let it slip that she has a long-distance boyfriend, but then she wouldn't spill a single detail! (And believe us, we begged!) But she did share her sure-fire hook-up advice. "I'm pretty forward with guys," she says. "I'll just walk up to somebody and I'll be really blunt and say, 'What a great-looking person you are! Have an awesome day.'" Does that really work? "Well, I don't say that to a guy because I want him to be my boyfriend," she says. "I just want to tell him." What guy could resist?

Prom Night

Unfortunately, Jessie didn't get to take her secret boyfriend to her junior prom. "I promised Beverley Mitchell [who plays her younger sister Lucy on 7th Heaven] that I'd go to her friend's prom. And she made me promise that I wouldn't back out. I found out a week later that my prom was the exact same day! So I missed my prom to go to another prom with this kid who didn't have a date," she says. She didn't skimp on glamour for her first prom experience: She wore an elegant white cami-and-skirt combo with superhigh-heeled sandals. "It turned out that we had a good time, but Bev totally owes me!"

Bad Behavior

Jessie doesn't always play it so straight and narrow. There's a sneaky story about the pink flamingo hanging from her bedroom ceiling.

"We had just sold our house in Boulder, Colorado, and I loved that house," she says. "I wanted to see it one more time. When my best friend Jessie and I drove up to it, my eyes welled up -- there was a pink flamingo sticking out of my front yard! It was the chessiest thing I'd ever seen. I was not happy with that flamingo. I thought, This has to go. So I ran and ripped it out of the ground. I busted to the car and yelled, 'Go, Jessie, go!' and we just took off. I pulled out the stick and put the flamingo in my suitcase, and took it home with me," she says. "I don't think the family even knew it was missing." Um, Jessie...they do now.

BRIGHT FUTURE

Even though Jessie's a totally fearless adventurer, she still gets homesick for Boulder. "I miss the people, I miss the mountains. It is so laid-back there," she explains. Does she ever see herself going back to settle down in the Rocky Mountain foothills? "I have one more year of high school, which seems like it's going to take forever -- and then I'm on my own! I can be wherever I want to be!" Look out world -- here she comes!"

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What if you were an asexual succubus wouldn't that be fucked up or what Bonus chapter: Emile & Remy Part 1

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Author's note: This isn't necessary to read to follow the story and can be skipped, likewise it can be read on it's own without having read the rest of the chapters. It gives some Angel lore and Remile stuff ^0^ Enjoy

1887

“Hey have you heard? About Patton? He’s the only awful demon who has ever survived being sent up here to Heaven!”

The words were said in a hushed tone like it was a deep secret even though nearly all of the young Guardian angels had gathered around the older Guardian angel like they were being told a campfire story. The sound of the older succubus’ voice echoed against the colorful walls of the sleeping hall as they continued. It was quiet enough that a falling needle drop would be heard.

"He got punished and sent up to heaven after killing a human! A poor innocent human!"

A gasp went like a wave through the crowd of tiny angels.

" We intended to do to Patton what we do to all demons that get sent up here but-" The older angel moved the lantern they were holding so a grim shadow fell upon their face "-He got away! He uhh" They self censored themself here for the sake of the kids "Was a real meanie to the Angels who tried to stop him and stole a bunch of secret Angel information before escaping to earth! Some say he is still out there on earth! Hiding in plain sight! He could come back for revenge any day!!"

In one swift swipe they sniffed out the lantern making some of the young Angels scream but the older one quickly calmed them down and reached out to pat them on their halos. They beckoned the kids to climb into the many bunk beds littering the room as it was lights out time. The bunks stacked high upon each other up to the roof, some of them reaching as high as five beds on top of each other since even the younger angels could easily flap themself up there using their fluffy wings (the baby feathers were dropping everywhere to make way for new ones).

The angel watching over them wasn't their guardian or any of that sort. It took a village to raise a child as they said and the older Angels all took turns looking over the kids between their work on earth. Few of the kids could even say they recognised the one wishing them goodnight this evening which was why a young angel with big warm eyes and a softly pink halo hesitated before reaching out to ask the older angel in a hushed voice "Why would Patton kill a human?"

The older angel tucked him down under the covers while a wrinkly crease appearred between their slightly furrowed eyebrows "You see honey Demons don't age like we do so they never learn to empathize with the humans. They are created as adults and age very very slowly but still age consistently. They are never children like we are. Does that answer your question huneybun?"

He nodded and the older angel soared back down and landed perfectly into a cozy armchair "So kiddos who wants to hear a nicer bedtime story?" A resounding yes came "Alright! Who's ready to hear the next chapter of" They drummed on their thigh "Dante's inferno!!"

1889

Darker hues of pink pulsated like waves along the young Angel's halo. Judging the weather based on his halo would make you think a storm was brewing and the ache in his stomach from nervousness agreed on the storm assessment. Right now his first ever human he had been told to guard over laid in a hospital bed moments away from dying and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He knew it was soon because he had seen the human's death the moment he had been assigned to guard the just as young human. Not just seen, he had felt the slow groth of the sickness and now as death inched closer he could hear the slowing heart beats in his ears even though he was sitting outside the hospital. He was still only seven so the human's parents hadn't thought it appropriate for him to be there at the time of death.

The heart beat went still and the angel hugged onto his knees and waited for Heaven to call. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again he was sitting in front of the receptionist keeping track of the guardian angels. He had to stand on his tippy toes to be able to reach up to the counter. His expression made it so clear he had just lost his first human that the receptionist gave him a sympathetic look before writing out the paper work to find him his next human.

"You remember how this works don't you? Since your human didn't last long"

He nodded and leant his head forward so that the reciptionist could tap their finger to his forehead to connect his soul to the next human. It only took a few seconds before his lungs suddenly felt like they were filled with water and he coughed to try and get it out. The knowledge of the date and time of when the death would happen became so clear to him it felt as ingrained in him as a bird's need to fly north in winter.

The angel opened his mouth and let out a loud childish wail and the receptionist just waited for it to be over, God they hated getting the shifts in the section for the younger guardians. After what felt like an eternity the kid's tears slowed down and snot dried up all around his mouth as he sniffled out "But the last human had a disease! All I could do was be her friend and make her happy till it- it took her! This! I can just tell him to not go swimming that day! I can-"

The receptionist shushed him and started going through the script they had learnt during their work training "The deaths are already planned yada yada. If we let them live further there's a chance they will sin and lose their place up here. A short life but access to heaven is a great deal against a long life and eternity in hell. You're helping them come to heaven. Just remember that" They prepared to send him back down to earth in the area where his new human lived "C'mon put on a big smile"

May 1921

It had been a few years since the angel had stopped momentarily aging and his current human was turning out to live for quite some time which made it all in all a pleasant time for him. Angels paused their aging for a few decades at a time before quite swiftly aging around ten years or so once they were ready to upgrade to guarding slighter older humans. With his extended stay at one place on earth, Vienna in this case, he had had time to wiggle his way into focusing on his hobbies. Like right now! When he was watching a live Autopsy!

Hearing the news that his latest human lived in Austria had honestly been such exciting news because the angel had absolutely sucked up any and all information he could find about Karl Roitansky's autopsy research for years now and though he obviously had never been able to meet the man he was able to go to the public autopsy showings the university held. Dozens of men were sitting in the round wooden lecture benches all surronding and peering down onto the bloody table from above, most of them wearing proper clothes worthy of a university visit and because of the layers of clothes all of them were huddling together in the sparse spaces of shade. The angel had instead choosen a seat far in the back but with the sun to his back to draw the least possible attention to himself. Before he allowed himself to take in the exquisite fascinating details of the human body he silently prayed that the human on the table had died a peaceful death. Immediately afterwards he got aboslutely giddy over getting to see the human brain.

The metal of the medical instruments glittered in the swelling summer sun shining in from the windows and as the lecturer and their assistants opened up the human bit by bit the white gloves and coats were stained red. The angel got a bit queasy at the sight of the limp stiffness of the human body as it was cut up. the gore had never bothered him as much as the reminder of death did, though the uncomfortable reminder was worth it if he could hear about how the intensitines, nerves and bones all worked together to create life.

The autopsy continued and the angel was furiously filling down notes, practically hanging onto every word the lecturer said, until suddenly his peace was destroyed when he caught the scent of a demon somewhere in the room. He sunk further down into his seat and tried to make himself as invisible as possible. The embarrssament of being caught in a place like this by a demon would be tortourous. He could already hear the snide remarks of how he shouldn't be in a gorey place like this as an innocent little Angel. As if any part of his guardian job would have left him innocent. Without him even noticing a dark glare had covered his face and his hand was writing with the pencil so hard it went through the paper.

"Won't the body like start to stink any second now?"

In horror the angel looked over to where the voice came from and saw a demon making themself comfortable on the seat right next to him. He didn't undertsnad what they said until they repeated themself in a human language he, in this case sadly, knew. The demon wiped down their sunglasses with the end of their shirt while babbling on.

"Like the meat in the market starts like stinking after a few minutes. And ugh with all the man sweat in this room too. I just flew in here to like cool down but instead I found the world's totally worst sauna huh" They put their glasses back on and looked over the angel's shoulder to try and read his notes "Ooooh myyyyy you are Not writing notes in fucking latin. That's sooo cute. Nerd!"

"Only the medical terms are in latin!" The angel corrected, snapping in a bit too loud tone. His cheeks turned red from embarrssment as he leant closer to his book.

"Bad move Angel. Now I know you understand what I'm saying-"

He pressed his hand over their mouth "Shhh!"

His face must have still been stuck in that glare because the demon smiled and relaxed into their seat. They rudely put their legs over the chair in front of them and sucked on a lollypop for the rest of the lecture but did not make another sound. Every time the angel looked over at them they were obviously staring at him taking notes instead of casting even a single glance on the autopsy, but at least he was left alone to revel in the lecture.

He noticed them particularly staring at his halo and he knew the angel's actual halos were far different from how humans pictured them. He didn't have human ears, instead his halo began where his ears should be and traveled up and around to meet above his head, forming a circle. It was as if a pair of demon horns were connected in the middle.

As soon as the autopsy was over and the other men started to leave the demon poked their head over to look at the angel's notes again before looking at him with their head tilted to the side. They put their hand on some of the top feathers on the angel's wings that made a shill run up his whole body.

"I've always like wondered since y'all angels dont ever like keep your wings inside they must be real cozy to sit with. Like a 24/7 backrest. They look sssooo fluffy"

In protest the angel grabbed ahold of the end of the demon's tail and waved it back and forth "Angels want their wings touched as much as your lot want your tails touched"

"I'm actually tots fine with it" They moved their tail to bop the angel's nose.

The angel was about to throw their tail away when he suddenly moved it up to his eyes and squinted "Are your tails covered in short fur!? I never notice- NEvermind! I don't care!" He threw their tail away and quickly started to pack up his things so he could leave and to his surprise the demon didn't try to continue babbling. He went towards the door but quickly noticed that the demon was flying right behind him, and they kept following him out into the corridor. They were letting their long boney wings completely carry them so they looked sort of like a cartoon character being hoisted by a balloon.

They were probably the most pathetic demon the angel had ever seen and he honestly heartfully didn't mean that in a rude way it was just that the demon looked like if someone had dunked an underweight kitten in a puddle and then put a silly little outfit on it. They were wearing boyish shorts with a vest thrown on over and a cap a few sizes too big for their head. At first he assumed it was thrown together in the dark until he realized the shirt under the vest and their socks had the exact same matching pattern. So they were just one of those types that put way too much effort into looking effortless. On second thought that should have been obvious by the fact that they were wearing the trendy new "sun-glasses". The angel still wasn't fully sure what those were.

The moment they were out of the view of any humans the Angel extended his wings and flew through an open window up into the sky until he was so far up there was no way any human would be able to hear them and he patiently waited for the demon to catch up to him so he could tell them off "Now listen here Mr. fancy sock-"

His words were interrupted by him letting out a slight gasp when the demon took off their cap and pressed it onto his head which made his curls fall in front of his eyes "Girl if you're gonna fly this high up you gotta protect your eyes" The angel looked back at the demon and another shudder went through his whole body. They had the sun against their back making the light shine between their horns like the signal of a lighthouse. They held out their hand "I'm Remy"

"I'm-"

"Oh right. You angels don't got names do you?"

"My current human calls me Paul"

Remy scoffed "You don't look like a Paul. You look like a………" They smiled so their nose wrinkled "You look pretty!" They gasped "Oh my gosh! Was your human the one being cut up!? Was that why you were in there!? Cause like it's sooo not an angel vibe which is why I like wondered what the fuck you were doing! Like girl you gotta understand I'm a succubus! Sex gets like sssooo boring and like predictable after a while! Like ugggh I know im hot and perfect and everyone wants me but it's sooo the same all the time but then I see a fucking weirdo like you doing some random shit and it's like !!! Exciting ! You like totally made my week- no like month bitch!"

Somewhere in the rant Remy had completely forgotten that they had even started it with a question.

The angel's eyes fixated on their short buzzcutted hair that stuck up from their scalp like the fuzz of a peach. He trailed down to their eyes that were blue not in the way ice was but in the way a bluebird's warm feathers were.

"I can't be fraternizing with a demon" The angel pressed out.

"'Course not! Which is why you won't be hanging out with me! You'll just be on your merry way home when the ssssuper evil and sinister demon decides to follow you and you're like totally none the wiser about it!" They tilted their head and smiled at him "Right?"

A sour lump slid down the angel's throat as they gulped before nodding.

The two of them stayed looking at each other for another few seconds before the angel without saying a word turned around and soared down to the ground. He began walking his usual path home, passing the usual stores and waving to the usual humans. Never once along the way did he so much as glance behind him but he could still feel the demon's eyes digging into his back.

A few streets away from the city center laid a house owned by an afluent family which the angel was renting the attic of. He kept his eyes steady in front of him as he went to the back of the house and climbed up the ladder to the entrance to the attic apartment but as he went inside he left the door agape behind him. With his back turned to the door he stopped a few steps into the room and listened to the slight creak of aging hinges as the demon followed him inside and closed the door behind them.

Almost immediately he heard the demon let out a laugh as they looked around his room "W-o-W! Okay girl I knew you were weird but no you're just like full on crazy huh. Do you describe yourself as a mad scientist or what"

They were looking with a half open mouth at the wall that the angel had put the biggest coarkboard he could find on. The board was divided into three distinct parts with letters spelling out 'Humans' on one part, 'Angels' on the next and 'Demons' on the last though. All over the board were bits of paper hung up or even tiny scribbled notes along with pages ripped straight from books and drawings of anatomy. The human anatomy was obviously professionally made and copied from books while the drawings of angels was amateurish. Pink string connected the different parts, with the different shades of pink leading to different parts.

The demon part of the board was obviously a lot more barren then the other two and the notes that were there had questions marks all over them.

The rest of the apartment was less eyecatching. On the opposite wall of the corkboard hung a line of nearly identical cardigans only differing in color along with matching ties and a metal framed bed had been shoved into the corner next to it. It was tidied up with a teddy bear laying tucked in under the cover. A bookcase was next to it filled to the brim with books in various human languages though because of the slanted roof several stacks of books had been forced to pile up on the floor instead with most of the floor ones being various human dictiornaties.

On the nightstand was the only electric lamp in the tiny place right next to a book that had become twice as thick because of all the notes the angel had put inside of it.

Remy laughed as they took one of the notes from the demon section and read it aloud "Demons lack stomaches ???" They looked to him "Girl where did you get this from?"

The angel sunk into himself "I had heard uhm you- well among other demons your- your type feed off of lust. I thought maybe you didn't need any place to store eaten food because of it....Unless by feeding off of lust you mean" He cut himself off and looked a little green.

"Like we meant it literally!? Like eating c- Ugh! That's nasty!"

They laughed again but noticed that the angel wasn't. They quickly pointed to a random part of the corkboard and tried to make their tone sound as genuine despite them being stuck in an evelasting sarcastic sounding vocal fry.

"What does this mean?"

His eyes immediately shone though the joy didn't quite reach his lips. Instead his feet tapped into the ground faster and faster as he started to speak "Oh that? That's actually a part of my hypothesis on how our species are connected- or not connected more like. Well obviously we are very different in how we function right? With you feeding off lust and us not having to sleep like humans do but on the outside we do look quite similar so I- I uhhh. I thought..."

The words faded in his mouth at the same time as his hands pulled at the long sleeves of his cardigan. His eyes lost the glister that had been there for just a few seconds and was replaced by his cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

Remy clammered for words "You're right! We do like totally look similar! If only there was like some sort of explanation for why.....??"

"Well.....Well I had this idea that....You know birds?"

"Like Personally? No"

The angel shuffled around some of the excess papers scattered around the board and pulled out a drawing of a peacock that had seemingly been traced from a book and then colored by the angel himself.

"Birds have evolved to have colorful feathers to entice partners to them, I thought perhaps demons have evolved similarly to mirror what humans find attractive and us angels have obviously mirrored what humans find friendly and trustful"

"Uhu uhu" Since Remy's hair was too short to twirl they were twirling their tail around their finger instead.

"That's why the humans can't see our horns either I assume. They must be scary to the human mind- Speaking of horns! I have this other theory that uhm that our horns-"

"Our horns?" Remy tried to tease it out of him.

"....Uhhm i don't think our horns are filled with keratine like most animal horns are- Uh keratine is- it's sort of hollow I guess in other terms I mean. But our" He lightly knocked his horn against the demon's who imeediately scrunched up their nose and shook their head "You felt a tinge of pain right?"

"YEah. You trying to to turn me on or something-"

"NO! I meant to show that- Uh- That-" The angel got so flustered he lost his words which Remy found adorable "That I think that on the inside of our horns we must have nerve tissue at the very least, probably even some blood or fat tissue"

"makes tooots sense Angel" They pointed to another random note "What about this?"

"Oh!" His hand began to flap with immense speed "I was going to ask you about that! See both guardian angels and humans start as children- I mean I have heard that humans are" He put his hand over his chest "....Born...?" A shiver went through him "But- Ugh that's another tagnent for some other time! We both start as children and we learn our languages gradually but I undertsnad it as you starting as adults no?"

"Yuuh. We start at liiiikkke 20issh"

"Then do you still learn your language gradually or is it already instilled in you from bi- uh creation?"

They squinted "Uhhh pretty sure it was like" They knocked against their skull "All in there. Only our language though. I had to learn human languages all by myself"

He hurried to scribble it down onto a piece of paper and while he was occupied the demon took the oppurtunity to lay down in his bed and stretch out so that their joints creaked. In responde the angel set the things on the nightstand aside so he could use it as a makeshift chair to avoid sitting on the same bed as them. The demon playfully poked their tail against his ankle.

"You mind if I sleep here?"

The angel took the teddy bear away and closely held it to his chest "...I didn't think your type had to sleep"

"I mean like we don't but I got a physical as fuck job and I've been up all night working. Whats a demon gotta do to get some rest!?" He once again scribbled something down and the demon added with grin "Oh and also we eat rats. We demons I mean. We just love slurping down on some nice rats at the end of the day" They lied.

The angel looked up at him with a wide eyed stare that made the demon break out into a laugh.

"...You may sleep here..." The angel mumbled while glancing away "...But only if I may-" He pulled up the book that had been laying on the nightstand and shoved it right up against Remy's face "INTERPRET YOUR DREAMS!!!"

"Huh?"

"The intepretation of dreams by Sigmund Freud!!" His legs kicked around and his wings fluttered a little "It's a part of this thing called psychology! The brain is the organ with the most nerves in the body don't you know, imagine how much- I can explain later- Though obviously I would love to have a word about some of mr. Freud's theories. Some of them simply don't have any proper evidence, not to even speak of being peer reviewed! He lives in the city! It would be- Oh gosh! Sorry you were going to sleep"

Remy smiled and the angel thought that the tiny gropes they got in their cheeks were pretty.

"It's okay. I like your voice"

He scrunched his nose "What do you mean by that"

"Hey now, just 'cause I'm a succubi doesn't make everything I say autimatically horny. I'm just saying I like your voice. It's soft, good for nighttime radio" They yawned before turning to sleep "See you soon Angel"

"..Yeah....Goodnight"

The angel was left sitting in his apartment that all of a sudden felt changed in every way as it filled with the soft sounds of the demon snoring. He carefully laid a blanket over them before sitting down to reread parts of the book.

July 1921

"Can you expand your wings now please"

Remy was laying shirtless on their stomach on the angel's bed while the angel stared at their back with a magnifying glass. They got goosebumps all along their back as soon as his warm hands touched their skin. They had seen the gentle way he picked up his teddy bear, his books, hell even when he took out the trash he carried it with care and now he touched their back with that same care so that he could study how their skin moved when they let their wings out.

They waited to retract them until they had heard the angel finish writing in his notebook "Just as I thought, the skin on your back is especially loose so that it can stretch to fit around your shouldblades when they open to become wings..I must admit it looks a lot more gross than our fluffy fine wings!"

"Big agree" Remy replied before shoving their head straight into his wings so their whole face disappeared into it.

The angel let out a big gasp and flapped his wings to get them away "You can put your shirt back on now"

"Nah I feel nice like this"

"....." The angel glanced at them before quickly looking down into the floor "Anyhow. I uh I have to go check up on my human so- uh I suppose if you're tired you can sleep here if you want but I have to go-"

"Can I come with?"

"What if someone sees us? GOSH! Why am I even considering it!? You're only going to try and turn my human wicked!"

"I can like follow you like we did the first time we met. Duuuh!"

"You're not talking to my human!"

They threw their hands up "Sure. Sure. prommy. I just wanted to hang out with my Angel buddy anyway"

He pouted but gave in when Remy smiled at him ".....Fine"

After the angel had thought long and hard on which cardigan to wear they left with the demon following him a few metres behind. The walk felt longer than it ever had felt until eventually he couldn't take the silence any longer and stopped to let the demon catch up to him. Remy stood with their hands in their pockets and blew a gum bubble while waiting for the angel to speak.

"She's quite lonely. My human. Her death is a few years away, it will be a sudden illness from a minor infection. She will only suffer for a bit under a week before dying" The words spilled out of him all at once. "She enjoys boardgames"

"Aww. You friends?"

"I'm her only friend and she's my only..." He hesitated "She was my only friend. My humans are always my only friends. No reason to get too chummy with anyone else, especially not when my humans don't live long"

The gum bubble poppped "Weird. Guardian angels like you live on earth full time??? You dont go sleep in heaven like we do?? I had just like assumed you were super close to like humans and human culture 'cause of it. Is- Is those freaky science books the closest you get to human culture?"

"It interests me!"

"Girl we have got to change that! You can't let a demon go around knowing more about human culture than you! Think of how many pooor humans I can corrupt with that knowledge!"

"...After work Meet you here in a few hours?"

Remy let up into a grin "Scared of showing me where your human lives huh. You think I'm that good at seducing?"

"I- I am not taking my chances"

"Sure" They blew another bubble and popped it "See you"

The meeting with his human went well or at least she seemed happy to see him. They played chess for a few hours while her pastries baked in the oven. Her husband was away for the time being working hard in the newly opened automobile factories and though the angel didn't know much about engineering he listened to her trying to explain the concept of a car.

Her husband being away was the main reason he went to see her so often. He feared that if she became completely alone she would seek out extramarital affairs and he couldn't let her fall like that.

When he left she insisted on him taking one of her pastries with him and though he wasn't much of an eater of human food he went along for her sake. Out of nowhere he asked for a second pastry and she smiled softly and jokingly asked if he was finally courting someone.

Remy was waiting on the same street but they had found time to completely change clothes into a sparkly dress that stopped around their knees and a hat. as soon as they saw him round the corner they started waving their arm.

"ANGEL! ANGEL!" They grabbed onto his shoulders "I am about to show you something like sssooo cool. You're gonna love it!"

"I got you a pastry" He interrupted.

"Oh" It caught them so off guard they just stared at the pastry bag for a few seconds before murmuring "Aw that's so sweet"

On the walk to whereever the demon was taking him they ate both of the pastries and made the angel promise to tell his human that 'A friend' highly sent their regards.

As the first hints of evening came knocking they arrived at the destination and the angel realized in horror he had been taken to a place of dancing. Even worse than simply that, even from outside the white painted doors he could hear jazz!

Just like any new artform that cropped up he was vary of it until he had heard definitely from the higher ups if it was sinful or not and they hadn't quite figured out where on the sin spectrum jazz belonged yet. Though he had heard rumors from humans he had passed by that jazz and the dances it inspired was marks of the devil!

He looked over to see the demon light a cigarette and sit down on the grass near the dancing place "Yeah I thought you'd react like that. Let's like give it this cig time for you to calm down and then we can try to go inside. it's fun I promise. And not sexual or like devious or nothing"

"Uhm..mhh" He sat down beside them and moved his wings around himself so the smoke didn't reach his nose.

He counted the pairs of shoes walking in and out from the dancing hall and gulped at how many humans were losing their place in heaven. He didn't dare to look at any of their faces in case he would tear up from the tragedy.

Remy pressing the cigarette into the ground and twisting it around and around until the last few sparks disappeared made the angel flinch for some reason he couldn't explain. They leant in and stroked a few feathers to the side to get a better look at him before tilting their head in an unspoken question.

The angel's eyes filled with tears "I can't do it. I can't go inside"

"That's okay" They lightly rubbed their thumb under his eyes to make the tears go away "I'll figure something else out. I'll help you home"

August 1921

A knock came on the window of the attic which disrupted the angel in his reading. At first he feared it was a bird having mistakenly fleed into it but when he looked up he saw the by now familiar face of the demon. They mimed for him to open the window which he did after putting his teddy bear away so they wouldn't fall asleep cuddling it like they had last time.

"AAAAANGEL! You're never gonna believe what I got. It is sssoooo in right now! Okay okay pull up the nightstand and then close your eyes okay? I got it right outside"

The angel complied and placed the nightstand in the middle of the tiny room and waited while hearing Remy pull something heavy into the room while snickering to themself.

His breathe hitched in his throat when the demon without warning placed their hands over his closed eyes and pressed their chest close to his back. He wondered if they could feel his eyeslashes flutter against their palms.

"Alright! Open up!"

They moved their hands aside and the angel saw a large gramophone on the nightstand with a carboard box filled with records sitting on the floor next to it. Remy excitedly watched for his reaction.

"...Did you steal it?"

The demon leant forward so far they could nearly touch their toes as they let out a saddened sigh before pulling themself up again "I'm a fucking succubi not a steal-shit-ubi. I was thinking that like if the dancing hall is too much for you I could bring it to you instead" They shimmied their shoulders "Have a little like dance of our own"

The angel fiddled with his feet so the tips of his socks curled "It's a nice thought.....That place was very loud...."

"Suuper nice! I got all kinds of jazz for you to choose from. I was thinking James reese could be a good start. All the rage right now but it's not too like scandalous or nothing"

He stood still frozen in fear as the demon picked out a record and got the gramophone working. The machine shook into life and started spitting out sounds of a lone trumpet soon followed by a whole band of instruments. Remy smiled at him and he thought that if he didn't move it wouldn't count as him doing something wrong.

"You look like you've seen a ghost" Remy briefly pressed their hand to his forehead "You're not sick are you. C'mon let's loosen up!"

His mouth opened but he couldn't get any words out even as Remy clearly waited for him to respond but when none came they turned off the music using their tail. As soon as it stopped it felt like the angel was allowed to breathe again.

"Okay girlie y'know what we should do instead? I like suck ass at reading so like how about you read for both of us with your pretty lil radio voice" They scratched under his chin while saying it.

"..That....That sounds nice..Do you want to hear a bit more about psychology?"

"Whatever you want Angel" They replied while making themself comfortable on his bed.

The angel took out a book that made a whole row of the stacked bookcase spill over onto each other before sitting down on the bed so his feet laid where the demon's head was (sitting next to each other could be sinful) and began reading aloud. He felt the demon lightly tickle the soles of his feet with their tail and it was the only part of them moving. They had cupped their hands over their stomach and had closed their eyes though he could see their eyelids flutter showing their eyes moving rapidly underneath as if they were hanging onto every word he spoke.

A week later the angel returned home with the weight of the ocean atop his shoulders making him slump down on the floor as soon as he had closed the door. It was exactly 3 years until his human would die and the entire day while playing chess and helping her fold her laundry it was the only thing he could think of.

The gramophone was still sitting in the middle of his room and it caught his eye. He quietly crawled on his knees up to it and took out one of the records the demon had left behind. Unknowingly he picked one with both blues and jazz on it and as he put it on the sollem music was comforting somehow.

He didn't dance, he was afraid too even breathe too loudly in case someone from above was watching him, but he sat on the floor of the attic and was embraced by the music.

November 1921

"Hey Angel!"

He let out a high pitched scream when the demon suddenly soared down in front of him right as he was about to go buy tea. They let out a cloud of cigarette smoke at the same time as their wings reverted back down under their skin.

"You busy?"

Something about the way the demon's eyes were red made him gasp out a white lie "No. Not at all. Want to come in?"

For the first time he noticed that the demon had to duck to even get through the door and he chuckled to himself. Remy took off their hat and used it as a makeshift ashtray while swinging their legs up on the nightstand.

"Put on some Bessie Angelcakes!"

The angel watched them lean their head back and blow out another puff of smoke before putting on the record and sitting down next to them. Wordleesly they moved their tail around his waist and rested their cheek against his shoulder. He coughed from the smoke to which the demon mumbled a sorry.

"I think me and my boyfriend are breaking up again" They muttered.

"That is..." He pursed his lips "....Good..Right?"

"Yeaaaah probably. We're not working. But" They pouted while shaking their shoulders around "The sex is so good though!! You angels don't live like monks do you? You gotta like understand somewhat"

"Obviously we can't date humans"

"Obviously"

"But I do know some guardian angels who have married each other. I don't know if they have- have done what you do-"

"Had sex?"

"Uhm yeah that. Personally I find it hard to find angels to be with even in a platonic sense. With us having to move perhaps entire continents every time our human dies and- well- I guess I'm not a good example. I know there are other angels in this town, they just don't want to talk to me after I started telling them about" He motioned towards the corkboard where the demon section had become increasingly filled out.

"I like talking to you"

"Oh gosh does that make me demonic!?"

"nah nah. Girl you're fine" Remy patted their tail against the top of his halo. "You're perfectly fine"

The angel watched them put out the cigarette against the hardwood floor and patted the traces of smoke out with their hand before settling to stare out into space. He wasn't sure if they had ever told him how long they had dated this boyfriend but he saw them sniffle and force a sneeze so they could have an excuse to wipe their face with the back of their hand.

"...Do you want to dance?" The angel asked which made Remy turn their head in surprise.

"Sure...Sure yeah of course. Do you know how-"

He stood up and placed a record on the gramophone before they had had time to finish the question. They turned around to help the demon up on their feet.

"Guess you will have to shove me" The angel replied.

The demon kept his hand in theirs as they showed him how to move his feet to do the charleston. His feeble attempt at mimicking them made them burst out into laughter to the point of their eyes tearing up before they settled on introducing him with a simpler move.

November 1923

The corkboard had become the corkboards, plural, and every single inch of them were covered in notes written in both the angel's neatly cursive handwriting and the demon's chicken scratch.

The chicken scratch had been something that interested the angel greatly at the moment. It wasn't a demon trait that Remy had a hard time placing letters where they should be, nor was it an intelligence problem that words on a page tumbled and fell into disorder when they tried to read it. Right now their shared theory was that Remy had been made to pander to human who liked the 'stupid' type. Bimbos in modern terms. and to reach the illusion of a stupid slut they had been created to have a hard time reading and writing. Once again using modern times, something akin to dyslexia.

Still the angel didn't mind and they certaintly didn't mind the many nights the demon came knocking on his window with their clothes wrinkled from work and their tail dragging behind them. They would lay down on the bed beside him after putting on a record and make themself comfortable against his shoulder or with their head buried against his pillows and teddy bear. It didn't matter what book he was reading they simply enjoyed hearing his voice.

The times when he was writing they laid quietly and watched the movements of the pen strokes. They didn't read what he was writing, watching the motions was enough.

It was a night like that when Remy was close to slumbering against his arm that the mumbled "Mind if I sleep over for a few nights in like a row Angel? It's like tottttallly awkward in hell right now. Don't wanna like return immediately"

"Did another boyfriend materialise when I wasn't looking" He teased back.

"Cooouuurse not. No but really not this time"

"Do you owe someone an awkward favor?"

They snickered so their nose wrinkled "Nah. I fucked my boss or like manager or whatever you angels call them now again"

"YOu- That can not be a good workplace dynamic!"

"It's finnneeeeee. I got more proof for your theory by the way cause like my managers not a succubus and he doesnt work with humans like at all and he hasnt like mimicked the human look like we have"

The angel fought between his curiosity to hear more and his strong sense of workplace justice. If he had been born a human he would have been a union man. He closed the book he had been reading and set it aside.

"Like he got 6 arms!" Remy continued "Course im not against finding out with what he can do with all them. And his genitals!? I mean!??? Remind me to not sit up straight any time soon cause I think my back will implo-"

"I don't need that many details"

"Well you're talking to me so girl you're getting them" They shrugged "But like I dont got the hots for him. If I did I would have tried to bang him earlier. He was just acting all pissy and telling me to stay after our like monthly meeting and he was going off on me for spending so much time on earth without spending all that time seducing humans so I like used what I have- sex- to like make him look the other way" Remy bonked their head against his "So I can keep spending time with my fav lil angel buddy"

"You don't have to do that"

"But I would miss you"

The angel parsed his lips before closing them again and turning away. He thought to say that he would be gone in a year anyway when his human died and that Remy shouldn't bother but the words died on his tongue.

Instead he scratched at his wrists and felt a feeling pass by that he knew he wasn't allowed to feel about them. "Want to dance?"

"Saarey girl I'm just tired. Once I've napped kay?"

"Sure"

Remy reached up and booped him on the cheek "Now tell me about Pavlov again. Hearing bout it helps me sleep for some fucking reason"

"Oh...I actually have a explanation for that. You see-"

Exactly a month afterwards the demon barged in (by now the angel had given them their own key) just as tired as a month ago and he didn't even have to guess what the reason was since they immediately splayed out on the bed and loudly complained about how much their jaw hurt.

June 1924

The angel had taken to sketching the demon while they slumbered. It had grown from his amateur attempts at drawing anatomy for his beloved boards and it did still frustrate him that he was unable to fully replicate his friend's gorgeous figure but the frustration was outweighted by the relaxing feeling he got from feeling the pen strokes.

He focused on the slender curve of the demon's shoulder as it connected to their side and ended at their waist. The blanket laid twisted up around their feet and the short hair that had grown out stuck to the pillow. They snored like a sailor.

He could always tell whether they were dating someone at the moment or not depending on how skinny they were. It made a sort of sense that they would feed more if they were with somene they loved. At the moment their shoulder blades stuck out like jagged knives and their hip bone was ever so slightly visible through their underwear.

Suddenly the snoring stopped and the demon turned towards him while grogily wiping their eyes. They obviously saw his drawing before he had a chance to put the notebook away and while his cheeks turned red hot their eyes instantly went from an inch open to wide and their pupils huge.

"BITCH IS THAT ME!? I LOOK SO GOOD!"

"No. No. See this is Remy the nice angel obviously" He drew a line between their horns connecting it into a halo "See?"

"Aw damn I look even hotter as an angel!" They managed to take the book from him and flipped through the many pages of sketches of them, some made from memory but a lot of them sleeping "I didn't know you liked this stuff" They changed to a teasing tone "Am I your musssseeee?"

He blushed "Nooo. I am simply ever curious of different species' nature. As you know"

"I know something you'll like then! I never though of showing you but there is this- Ugh hard to explain. I'll show you! At the cinema! It involves music sometimes!"

He tilted his head down so he got a double chin "We shouldn't leave my apartment too often-"

"GIIIrl we like never do!! C'mon I'll follow you behind like always! Proomy!- Or wait if you dont know the way then I guess you gotta follow me for once, get some like good work out of those wings!"

They put their hands right into his wings and fluffed them up until his feathers stuck out like a baby birds but right after they smiled at him so the slight gap between their top teeth showed and suddenly the angel swore his sight tinted pink.

"...Okay"

"Sick! Just follow me!"

What the demon had managed to get him into was seeing the latest animated shorts at the cinema, Betty boop, Koko the clown, the alice comedies from Walt Disney. Things Remy had witnessed before but the angel was sitting at the edge of his seat the entire time.

It was lucky that there were only a few other people at the cinema because the angel couldn't physically stop himself from gasping and squeaking and even shaking Remy around and pointing at the screen at certain times. He smiled like they usually only saw him smile when he talked about his psychology theories.

When they left the cinema the angel was happy flapping his wings so rapidly that his toes lifted from the ground.

"THAT WAS AMAZING- AND DID YOU SEE WHEN- AND THE MOVEMENT- THE CREATIVITY- AND HOW- WOW-" A full body shudder went through him "Truly spectacular!"

"Yeah yeah. Well" Remy fiddled with their long slender fingers "Well then we can go see more animation shorts like next week right?"

His wings stopped right in a motion making him suddenly come back down to earth again so dust got knocked up around his feet "My human dies at the end of the week. She will get the wound that will lead to the infection tomorrow"

The demon's expression changed in instant. It wasn't anger nor confusion. It was simple aboslute heartbreak

"...And..And you didn't think to tell me!? Until now!? You- Were you just planning on disappearing on me!?-"

"Sooner or later we would go our different ways"

"I THOUGHT IN LIKE 50 YEARS OR HOWEVER LONG HUMANS LIVE! NOT NOW!" Remy held their arms around themself and sunk their nails down into their arsm until the skin broke apart "I- I've been fucking my boss to keep being with you and you- you can't even tell me in advance that you- That you're leaving me- I- I though we had something-"

"We were never supposed to have something"

"BUT WE DO! AND YOU WENT ALONG WITH US HAVING SOMETHING!" Their voice turned thick with tears.

"We still have time to meet up again and say goodbye!"

"Say goodbye..." They repeated as their voice broke "I- I. I'm not doing this"

They threw off their jacket so that they could spread their wings and turned to fly away when they smacked their lips and held up their finger as they looked back at him with a furious look.

"ActuallY! Angel! It's no wonder no other angel wants to be near you or that you don't have any actual frinds! 'Cause all this time I have been the only one choosing to come to you and I've been the one putting in all of the work to even fucking talk to you! You've never gone to see me! You've never even cared that much have you!? You're a bad friend! Of course you're alone as hell! And of course you're gonna stay that way!"

Remy didn't give the angel a chance to respond, instead immediately fleeing into the night, while he was left on the ground.

August 1924

It was the night before his human would die. He could practically see the clock ticking down every time he closed his eyes. 8 hours. 7 hours. 6 and a half.

He knew he should be by her side for the last few hours, aside from her husband who had hurried home to her the angel was her only friend. But before that he had to pack the few things he could bring with him to his new human. He would be called up to heaven only a few minutes after the death after all so the only things he could bring was the ones that could fit in a backpack.

The teddy bear came along of course as well as the stacks of notes he had written together with- The notes he had written about their different species. Only his most treasured and well annotated books could follow along and he simply had to hope that he would be able to buy the rest again at whatever place his next human lived.

The backpack was nearly full, the only thing that might be able to fit would be...He turned to look at the records sitting leant against the gramophone...Maybe he could bring one of his favorite record's, some blues for him to listen to on a lonely night. Like every night.

Or he could bring one of Remy's favorite.

Or he could...

Before he had even dared to finish the thought his wings had already began to flutter before fully flapping away to the point that they were basically dragging him on his knees towards the door. He pretended to fight back against the pull of the wings but secretly he was fully aware that his wings wouldn't do anything he didn't intimiately want to do as well.

The angel soared out into the darkening night sky and flew high above the busy city streets searching for a familiar face in the crowd but he saw not a glimpse of the demon's blue horns.

Instead he pivoted to searching in places he knew the demon frequented. he flew to the cinema, to a public park where musicians would play, to the alleys near bars. But still no sight of them.

There was one place he hadn't dared go to yet and even the thought made him shake but still he forced himself towards the dancing hall Remy had taken him right at the beginning of their friendship. The place he to this day still hadn't been able to get himself to take a single step into.

As usual it was buzzling with people and the music's brass horns and swinging trumpets could be heard from a mile away.

His knees felt weak as soon as he landed on the ground and he desperately hoped that Remy would come wandering out from the entrance but all he saw was strangers.

He paced back and forth debating with himself. Taking a few steps closer to the entrance then immediately backing again.

Every time a human so much as grazed against him by mistake he flinched and hid away behind a dumpster until he had pooled together enough courage to go back to pacing.

A half hour must have gone by in indecesivness.

Until finally he gulped and tensed his hands into fists and stormed inside so fast that he didn't have a chance to talk himself out of it. Instantly the music mixed with the crowd's chattering hit his ears like a typhoon hitting a single tree right as the bright lights burst against his eyes like a bull stepping on a bee.

He was trembling with every step he took, feeling his way through the disorienting crowd, with tears already welling up into his eyes because of the overstimulation.

He was close to turning back and running because all the people blurred together so surely he wouldn't be able to make out if Remy even was there when he caught a glance of a pair of blue horns sticking up from above the crowd.

Aimleesly he pressed himself through people towards the horns until he broke through the crowd and saw his friend standing beside some human.

For the first time in his life a human seemed nonimportant as all he could do was pull Remy into a warm embrace and immediately begin sobbing into their chest.

"Hey- Hey Angel"

Remy placed their hand against his back while their eyes looked them up and down in disbelief. Even their voice sounded caught off guard.

They said something to the human that made them leave but the angel couldn't quite make it out. All he could focus on was Remy's hand against his back gently guiding him out of there as the demon pushed them both towards the exit.

Even when the cold night air breezed across his face he still found it hard to breathe for many minutes afterwards. The demon asked him over and over if he was okay, if he could breathe, if he was sick, but he couldn't answer aside from sobs. The demon guided him to a nearby bench and waited as he continued to wail and shake from worry whether Heaven had seen him go into that place or not.

The demon kicked their feet while waiting for him to calm down but instead the angel leant in for another hug and rubbed his forehead against their shoulder.

"Remy I'm sorry- I'm sorry I didn't tell you" He kept his arms wrapped around their waist as he looked up at them and begged "Can't you come along with me? Let's run away together! I- I- After I learn where my next human lives I can fly all the way here and come get you!"

The demon's bottom lip trembled "You want me to just pack up and leave my entire life FOR YOU!? Has it ever like occured to you I stay in this town for other reasons than you!? That I have other people I care about but you!? That I can't just leave like you can apparently!"

"But- But- You mean this is just goodbye?"

Remy's expression crumbled and they let out their wings just so they could shield themself and force him to back off "I...I dunno"

"You're my best friend"

"......I'm like sorry bout what I said too....But I can't just like leave..."

The silence between them pressed on until it got hard to breathe again.

Until ever so slightly Remy retracted their wings and without looking towards him they reached out and laid their hand on top of his.

"...But that doesn't mean I don't wanna like keep talking to you" They admitted, voice quiet and meek.

The angel reached out his wing and moved it around the demon, embracing them with all the fluffy feathers they would ever want "How about we keep contact without you leaving?"

"What?"

"I know you don't have an adress but you can take over my apartment, at least so that I can send letters to you-"

"You know I'm not that good with the whole writing thing"

"I don't care as long as it's written by you. I don't want to lose you completely"

Remy turned to look at him "So...How do you think it will like work?"

"Well...My human dies tonight and then I get sent to my new place and as soon as I get there I promise I will write a letter with my new adress so you can send things back to me"

They leant in and pressed their forehead against his before murmuring "Imma come visit you Angel"

He smiled "I hope so"

"I promise so. Now" Remy pressed a short kiss to the angel's cheek that left him reeling "You got a dying human to support! And you've done your job like sssuuper well so don't even like worry about her going down to my place! She's gonna get a great afterlife! So like write and then- Then someday we will like see each other again- I hope"

The angel had to fight against another wave of sobs as he forced out "I'll see you later"

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