it’s just a fun lil celebration of Julian Bashir and Elim Garak (my new… uhhh, 26 year old fandom faves) examining that gay lizard spy and his twink doctor boyfriend… who is obsessed with spies~ ALL THESE SECRETS AND LIES… (my dear doctor, they’re ALL true)
7.4k Crowley & Aziraphale fall in a duckpond, dry off in front of a fire, and sensually finger-groom each other’s wings !!
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”Now, you remember, young Warlock, as you grow, to have love, and reverence, for all living things.”
Young Warlock frowned. “Nanny says living things are only fit to be ground under my heels, Brother Francis.”
Aziraphale chuckled, internally despairing at Crowley’s choice of words. “Well, don’t you listen to ‘er,” Aziraphale said warmly, swiping a finger towards the boy. “You listen to me.”
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Evil always contained the seeds of its own destruction, Aziraphale liked to say, in his angelic, Heavenly way.
He was never wrong.
Which was (literally) as annoying as Hell.
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“Don’t you touch those ducks!” Crowley yelped from the gardens. “Warlock, you come back here this instant!”
“But Nannyyyy,” Warlock whined, still clambering over a log, heading towards the duckpond. “Father says ducks are the best for hunting! Pew! Pew!”
Crowley began to flush with panic under his floppy black hat. He was sure the Antichrist’s powers were on the verge of manifesting, and every finger gun Warlock pointed at the quacking mallards was in danger of shooting real projectiles. Crowley was all for guns, on a conceptual level… so long as they were aimed at paper targets or genuinely dangerous people, which was a very undemonic opinion he’d expressed to no-one. He was dead against guns if they were aimed at ducks. He liked ducks.
“Warlock, you have three seconds to get back here,” Crowley yelled, trying not to lose the Scottish accent or the feminine lilt in his voice. “Or— Or ELSE!” He left the manicured gardens and entered the sheltered forest area in a precarious scurry. His inclination was to snarl and snap his fingers to forcibly teleport either the child or the ducks, but, pretending to be human, he was stuck marching over branches and shrubbery in his high-heeled boots, hand hitching his skirt to his knee. “One!”
“Nanny, look, this one has babies! Just the right size for my dinner.”
i reworked that reverse!verse sketch from 2014 to be michael!dean
haven’t had much time to start something brand new, but i figured this would hold everyone over for a while
Prince Dean arrives home from a years travel around the kingdom with news that he has married. He brings with him his new husband, Castiel. Castiel is one of the Angels, a fierce people who live beyond Dean’s borders.
Castiel is a skilled warrior, cunning and quick, but the Angels are regarded as barbarians by Dean’s people. They are said to have hearts made of stone.
Castiel does not settle easily into life at court. He does not understand the double-speak of politics or the references made to events he has no knowledge of. He speaks bluntly, honestly, upsetting more than a few people.
Privately, it’s thought that Dean will eventually send Castiel home and accept that the marriage is a failure, but Dean is completely enchanted with Castiel.
He loves that Castiel has no time for politics or false pleasantries. He knows that his husband is not stone hearted. Castiel is especially fond of animals and children, caring for them with a devotion Dean’s courtiers would not believe possible of an Angel.
He’s kind, hopeful and trusting in a way Dean has long ago learned never to be. He loves with a passion that burns pure.
And when Dean beds him, everyone in the castle knows. Castiel is loud in his encouragement and enjoyment. He has never been told to keep his pleasure secret or see it as something wrong, corrupt in him. Dean makes his Angel sing and he loves every sweet sound he hears.
In Austria, we call kittens at that age “Autodromkatzerl”, which translates to “bumper car kittens”, because of the way their tail sticks up. It’s not a really common word, but a very cute one, I think
this is a genuinely delightful bit of knowledge, thank you for sharing this!! omg
