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I am desperate to read a batjokes fanfiction when they suddenly go from a regular fight to fight dancing 💃🏼 🕺🏻

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“Hey angel”

“Mmmm”

“Angel please, I’ll go completely numb if you don’t move”

“Mmmmmm~ just a bit longer”

“Angel don’t make me soft”

“But how else am I to compensate for those times I was too afraid to run away with you? To hold your hand or hug or even kiss-”

“Ngh~”

“My little sweet~ you are so miraculously warm and cosy how could I possibly move?”

“Too late. I’m soft. Well, anyway, it is nicer napping with you as the blanket. Come here~”

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What is your favorite kiss?

“Oh that’s easy! My favourite kiss is the one where you are very close to one another and have a moment of lovingly gaze into each other’s eyes before suddenly your faces meet and kiss! it’s quick but so full of love. Let’s the eyes do the walking.”

Lies, but I do admit I like that one. No, come on Angel! You know what you like~

*Crowley gently but passionately grabs Aziraphales waist and drags him close so he could land a perfectly passionate kiss on his lips making him surrender to Crowley in a heartbeat. Slowly they would part from each other and Aziraphale would remain speechless for awhile staying in the moment.

There. And you want to know why I know this? Simple, it’s because Angel loves things done properly and with quality. If only there was a wall here somewhere-

-Alright! Alright Crowley, I do love that indeed. well, I know what your favourite kiss is as well.

*Aziraphale smile his sweetest smile and cup Crowleys cheeks in his hands. Already Crowley would be soft enough to have him do anything, but Aziraphale likes to stroke his hands through his hair as he leans in. heads slightly tilted to the sides to deepen the kiss. After, Longingly they remain close together and then to finish it off. A bit of the angels own favourite move, Nose smoothing. Cowley turns to goo at this point. All very gentle and filled with care.

Ngh~

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Hugs headcanon - Thorin’s company (The Hobbit)

I was going to include all of the company byut ended up with just my own faves because, it is valentines day, so yeah. It is a gift to myself and hopefully others too, enjoy!

Bilbo - The little hobbit is not used to hugging nor is the hugging type, but would be happy to be able to share such a moment. It would certainly be awkward (especially if it’s a spontaneous one) at first, but if you give him some time he would lean into it quite well. he likes the gentlest of hugs both in giving and receiving. 

Gandalf - He would never deny one, but giving hugs is a bit more rare. A hug from the wizard would include a very protective enbrace because he is in fact an excellent hugger (after many years of practice). He usually asks beforehand. If the person in question needs more comfort there would be gentle strokes on the back. Depending on the person he would let them hug him as long as they need. Always complements with words of comfort. 

Dwalin - He loves hugs but won’t show it as much. If he is among friends he dose it in victory celebration or if he is in a very happy mood. The hug would be very rough with lots of slaps on the back or shoulders. Depending on the person he would of course try to adapt his strength, but still he is 100% the squeezing type and the hug would be nothing but muscular.

Balin - Maybe age makes you go softer because this dwarfs likes hugs but could live without it just as much. He is just happy if someone would turn to him for comfort and he would of course have no problem giving it. It comes pretty naturally and his calm nature is transferred into a hug beautifully. He gives hugs more than receiving.

Ori - Best hugger of all on middle earth! This sweet dwarf loves hugs and would take every opportunity he can get to hug someone. He gets extra happy if someone else hugs him back. But because he’s so nice he wouldn’t hug someone if they didn’t want to. Absolute softy and is of course is the first one you would feel comfortable reaching out to.

Thorin - If you ever get a hug from him you can sure be lucky! This dwarf is very sparesome when it comes to physical touch of all sort. The hug would be short but not as rough as you might think, and surprisingly no back slaps. It really depends on what conection he has with the person. He’s the type who secretly likes hugs because he sure is in need of one.

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To the rescue - short infinite husband fanfic

My idéa was simply to include a cute animal and see what would happen is if a cat choose Crowley the demon over Aziraphale the angel in a distressed situation in need of comfort. Lots of fluff!

“Hello kitty kitty-” Aziraphale cooed and sat down to try and level with the little kitten that seemed terrified. “What’s the matter little one? Is the traffic bothering you? Or have you lost your mother, here let me-”

the small cat jumps frightened a few steps away from the angel whom had lended out a friendly hand. Crowley watches from behind Aziraphale how the kitten’s eyes wonder from side to side and suddenly sets them on him. Before Crowley or Aziraphale could react, the little kitten had ran past Aziraphale and had jumped its way up Crowleys leg. 

“What? Hey now!” 

“Oh dear!” Aziraphale had spun around to follow the kittens movements and was just as surprised as the demon was to see where it’d gone in such a short time. The cat had in all heist clinged itself to Crowleys suit jacket and didn’t want to let go. Despite Crowley stiff body to the claws pressing into his skin, did a lazy try to remove the cat. Although he then had let it sink in how safe the cat felt compared to before, he quickly changed his hands to gently stroke it and support it from falling. What Aziraphale didn’t know was how much of a cat person Crowley actually was. Watching him pet the cat into a much calmer state the angel grew more fretful. 

“Oh Crowley, they seem to like you!” Aziraphale said standing up, not able to hide his slight jealousy. 

Crowley chruged it off, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he looked at the kitten. 

Aziraphale liked to believe he was very good with all animals. Perhaps because angels were supposed to be, but he did like animals. He especially was found of pet animals such as cats, dogs, rabbits, birds and hamsters, and not to forget lizards and snakes. “You seem to like them too, dear.” 

“Meh” Crowley chruged again, but kept his focus on the cat, holding it correctly in his arms, scratching the cat both behind the ears and under its chin. Aziraphale could feel the cat vibrating from where he stood, it was very pleased indeed. The angel grimarsed. 

“Could I hold them a bit?…” 

“Oh yeah! Of course, here you go.”

Crowley stepped closer to Aziraphale and gestured the cat to move to the angels arms. But the cat really did not want to leave Crowley just yet. It did hurt Aziraphale, because when he tried to pet them it avoided his touch. That was enough to break a poor angels heart. 

Crowley did get slightly upset with the cat for bringing such sadness to his angels face. He could tell from how Aziraphale hunched back and tried to recover from it being ignored a second time. 

“Aziraphale…you know how bitchy cats can be” Crowley tried to comfort and at the same time removing the cats clawed paws out of his skin. “I guess you just have to try not take it personal, they are weird creatures, these cats. Do whatever they want, whenever they want! For no reason, really.” 

“Quite right.” Aziraphale said curtly, holding on to his hand as if it had been infected or in pain. Suddenly his expression switched drastically. “Well, to look at it on the bright side! This little kitten is no longer in distress and that’s wonderful!” 

The angel went about frailing his hands up, gesturing to get a move on with their strole around the neighborhood. Yet, Crowley still struggled to get the cat away from his chest. The mor ehe tried the more the cat stuck to him. 

“Angel, do I smell like a cat treat or something? This cat is stuck to me!” 

“Oh what misery!” Aziraphale joked, but the way he diliverd it, it felt more like a comeback. 

“Ngh, come on now, angel. I don’t want to miracle it away, and you probably don’t either!” Crowley wined, hating to admit he’s getting softer by the minute, all too the cute little fellow clinging to him like life was depended on it. He did have a soft spot for cats. They embodied all qualitys Crowley ever wanted to accomplich. The Entwürfe race of cat animals were the definition of being: cool, relaxed and chill.

Aziraphale, putting his jealousy aside did grin a little to the display, containing two of the most adoreble living creatures he could think of. He sighed and tried once more to first - get near the cat, and second, have a chance to touch the cat. This time he also had to indoure the cats claws hitting in his direction. The angel approached firmly and grabbed it by the waist with both hands and pulled gently. When the cats paws tried to attack the angel, Aziraphale striked and acidently dropped the cat in avoidning getting scrached in the face. In seconds the cat had ran off quicker than they both could blink, if they were in need of blinking so to speak. Leaving Aziraphale and Crowley speechless and quite shocked.

“Well, that was dramatic” Crowley said turing to face the angel who had one hand on his chest and mouth slightly parted. “did it hurt you, angel?” 

“Not the body it didn’t, but definetly my soul.” Aziraphale conplained sadly, fixing his own coat and collar to gather himself. 

“Sorry angel, next rescue animal might be nicer.”

“Let’s hope so. Oh! But look at you. The little beast left its hair all over your nice suit.” he exlaimed and started brushing off cat hairs from Crowleys suit jacket. Crowley blussed a bit behind his glasses, but decided to cheer the angel up by playfully purring at Aziraphale’s strokes.

“Stop that!” Aziraphale laughed, forming a cute blush on his round checks. He pushed Crowley slightly out of embarrassment but it only made Crowley’s grin winded.

“Dinner?”

“Oh I don’t know, it’s only noon.” Azirapahle squirmed, but appeared much happier by how he trailed his hands behind his back and was turning on the spot, thinking it over with the tiniest smile.

“Aaaand, dessert! I feel like dessert, my treat.” Crowley teased and leaned on one leg, knowing Aziraphale have never in 6000 years been able to resist such an offer.

“Oh! Alright. Charming~”

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Found another angsty fic I wrote on a bad day. I suppose it has no warnings other than it breaks hearts

“Angel, I brought us some lunch. I thought we could go on a picnic and-”

Crowley stopped dead in his tracks as he came around the corner. He had set his gaze on a light colored figure curled up on the floor. Aziraphale hadn’t listened, he was busy not panicking. Yet the angel hadn’t felt more alone, and having to register a doorbell as the demon entered the shop somehow made it into chaos. It rang terribly in his ears. 

“Angel?” A light thud. And Crowley approached his friend kneeling beside him. The obvious question was unnecessary and probably wouldn’t work. Without hesitation he took the angels’ shaky hand thinking it could be of better help. 

Getting closer had been difficult for the demon because of the angels aura. It was holier than ever. Aziraphale’s eyes were tightly shut and his entire face was very cohesive.

“Angel it’s me, can you look at me?” Crowley said in his best attempt to form words. The glasses had come off. 

The feeling of sadness had showered him completely. Holding Aziraphales hand in a void of silence the feeling of sadness and panic became stronger. The touch was filled with grief and almost to the point of despair and it allowed Crowley to experience it the same way the angel did. It scared him to feel these great feelings that had come over them both. They had to be human feelings.

“Crowley! ah, I’m. so. glad-” Aziraphale utterd weakly looking up to meet Crowley’s yellow eyes vigorously seeing his blue ones. The demon winced back. They were blue, but not quite. Crowley was used to seeing them in a calmer shade of blue that his soulmate have had for centuries. These blue eyes however were shining white like spotlights, or were they flames? The angel’s eyes glowed with an unpleasant blue-ich white light with no pupils or character in them. “They. are-”

“What?” Crowley stumbled after his glasses. He wanted to hold on to the angel more but he was a bit scared he could make things worse. 

“Crowl- ah!“ Aziraphale who now twitched with his head every few seconds as he thought back some godfull power to let himself talk, gasped. “I. ah, can. not. hold-”

“Angel, what is happening?” Crowley squeezed the angel’s hand avoiding looking into the bright light, because it did scorch him a great deal if he did considering it was wholly light. The aura was even worse. He puzzled his thoughts together through the pain and burning sensation as fast as he could. Was it the angels? He didn’t want to believe it. 

Aziraphale ____ back from Crowley and whined. Losing the contact between them Crowley lost his breathing. Whatever was happening to Aziraphale, it was tourture and it took a toll on the demon to witness. Even though he is a demon and tourure is a big part of his job description. This however, was personal. A sharp pain crossed his heart as he was getting back to his senses. It made him so incredibly angry knowing this was caused by the angel’s own kind. Even demons have boundaries. Where was the sense?

“Stop! Let him be! Tourture me instead, I’m the demon after all!” he cried desperately up towards the roof. Knowing perfectly well if they had decided to seek them up again they would execute them without a doubt. Yet the roof wouldn’t be the best spokesperson in this scenario, because the angels are using a direct line though Aziraphale. But it was an old habit of his. “Please stop!” 

“Crowley…it. is. over.” Aziraphale shaked and was trying to stay put so he could face his partner, soulmate, lover, best friend, his everything. Yet his eyes were closed so the light wouldn’t hurt him.

“Don’t say that!” Crowley cried and fell on his knees next to the angel. Beginning to feel hopeless he started to cry. Aziraphale cried too. 

“You don’t understand how much-“ Crowley picked the angel up from the floor to hold him. A burning feeling attacked his demonic being, and it did hurt him a great deal, but he didn’t care. He had never cared much for anything, so why would he start now? Although, There was only one thing that he cared about. His own lot could get him later all they wanted. Because for confessing such a thing as love, and especially to a angel would be considered a guaranteed execution within the next minutes or so. But He had to say it or he would burst.

“Aziraphale, I- I love you so much. I’m sorry. You deserve so much better. You deserve the world!” Crowley groaned and took the angel to his chest, completely ignoring the soaring pain that followed. He hugged the angel’s shaky frame to dear life. Nothing else mattered to him, and nothing else ever will.

“Ah, It. is. alight, dear ah-” aziraphale grabbed Crowleys jacket and muffled his face in it to dampen his screams.

“I can’t let you go! They have to be reasonable. They are angels! Angels for god’s sake! What sort of monstrous method is this? Burning you from inside!?” Crowley had to take a pause to grit his teeth together and focus. The pain was getting to him. Yet nothing could have him let go of the angel. They needed each other more than ever.

“You could at least have a proper execution in person like the first time!? You have sunk soooo low! You should all soon be falling one by one! Curse you all to hell!” Crowley screamed, forgetting about anything that wasn’t Aziraphale’s safety. Crowley went through so many emotions all at the same time and it drove his demonic mind insane. He was infuriated.

“Do you hear that! You are the real monsters of the great plan, the ineffable plan and the whole damn existens!”

“I- love, yo-” 

Suddenly Aziraphale groaned vilaently and janked yet again. They were tearing him apart. Cracking up Crowley caught him again and cradled him in his arms, pressing his forehead against his. Aziraphale smiled weakly, but he was far too exhausted to respond in any other way. It was closing in. 

“Angel? Stay with me, please…” Crowley begged and did what he had wanted to do for the last thousand years. He didn’t have to think, it just happened naturally. Like demons and angels had always known how to kiss one another and that it was just as normal to them, as it was to talk or fly. The pain seemed to stop for a short moment. Time had stopped. 

But what was most beautiful about the timeless moment was that the two of them were not longer a demon and an angel anymore. They were human.

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A bit more steamy draft I wrote because I needed too. Ineffable husbands getting hot and suddenly their wings fall out unexpectedly. Enjoy:)

Em…Crowley

Yes?

Oh no, never mind, it is too silly

The angel twisted on the spot on the coutch in the bookshop. Crowley got the massage and hurried to say something.

Anything for you Angel…I mean it.

He took off his glasses.

Can you…hold me?

Oh er, angel…‘curse I can~

There was a Pause where both tried to find a comfortable position. Crowleys arm hugged the angels shoulders closing the gap between them. They say like that for a while enjoying the warmth.

Crowley…

Mmm…

I- well, could you…

…yeah?

Aziraphale noticed how Crowley was about to drift off to sleep and it made Aziraphale hesitate.

What’s troubling your delicate head, angel?

Eh, it’s nothing…

Crowley was about to move away, thinking he might be bothering the angel in some way. The angel took a shallow breath and heard himself utter in surprise.

No please! Touch me~

…A-am I not?

Crowley teased, he tried his best to maintain his face getting hot. he instantly felt bad about it since azirapaphale was so vonereble and insecure about more intimate things. he was afraid the angel would easily let it go and Crowley wasn’t ready to let this mood go to waist.

Oh!…

The angel clapped his hands over his face in embarrassment. His blush went so violent he looked like he would turn in on himself. Crowley was stunned for a moment but faced the angel.

No no angel, I’m only teasing. I’d love to~

He slide smoothly slide closer and sneaked his hands under the angels coat to the area of his armpits. A place he knew would sell well. The angel in turn had slided futher down on the cusins, almost laying down underneith the demon. In shock Aziraphale’s hands had grabbed onto Crowleys shoulders staring into the demons yellow snake eyes he knew so well.

Is this something you had in mind?

Oh goodness Crowley!~

Too much? Too much-

-no! Wait…go on~

The angel sighed happily as the demon smiled at him and did as he was told.

Angel, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to try this!

Show me, dear boy~

the angel held his breath, it was too good to be true. That energy, it made him so alive. Crowleys hands went to his chest, caressing his way down to his stomach. he paused when he felt the angel stiffen to the touch slightly. The demon sighed softly.

If it’ll make you more comfortable I can talk you through this. Like explain how much I admire your choice of human form.

He locked eyes with the angel. He knew very well this was one of his weak spots. He knew how the other angels have been cruel when it came to Aziraphales choice of physicality and lifestyle.

I’ll let you know a secret.

He tried again to touch the angels stomach but more carefully this time. 

This is my favourite part about your human form~

No, no you can’t mean that.

Oh! but I do~ 

He hissed near the angels ear, beaming with joy. He hugged the angel gently closer to his own form.

Aww, Crowley~ you do really?

At that the demon squeezed lovingly at the angels sides and borrowed his head under his chin. Aziraphale, he always thought would be like hugging a stuffed animal, a teddy bear. This was better than that.

Always so…welcoming~

Aziraphale relaxed and leaned against the demons touch. So safe and loved.

That’s a good angel~

Crowley~

No, really, you’re so soft! how can I possibly refuse?

Crowley hissed again and let his tongue out slightly. He tried kissing carefully at Aziraphale’s neck and shoulders. The angel couldn’t stand it to the point he’d covered his eyes with his hands. The tounge was on a whole other level, so much more intimate. The sensation was outstanding. That was until Crowley had found his mouth.

Oh dear, oh dear! it’s too much, dear. Wait..

The angel pulled back and panicked on how much he was in need of all this love just pouring out of the demon. He suddenly realised what was happening.

Oh…You sure?

Pause of the angel stroking his hands up and down Crowleys arms, not in control as much as he’d like to be. He looked down emberrest at how much he’d wanted to be close to Crowley. His soul was screaming for closeness.

No~

The demon let out the most adorable chuckle and aziraphale had to kiss him, despite his dignity. He came with such force both of them staggered through the shop. In that short moment a lot happened.

It felt like they were flying and Crowley was light as air itself. Extraordinary shivers showers him all the same. Crowleys eyes was half closed when he glimpsed something white shot out of Aziraphale’s back. His wings had came out. His own, he felt were about to do the same. The strange force of emotion had struck them at the same time. In a Flash the moment was over and Crowley bumped hard into a bookshelf. He was not at all prepared and groaned, flushed from the passion he had been receiving. His wings didn’t catch his back.

Aziraphale gasped and snapped back to reality, swinging one arm in a circle to prevent the books from falling. They stopped for a second, hovering slightly and then landed safely on to the floor.

My goodness! what has gotten into me? We can’t continue like this, it will destroy all my book collections!

Yeah, only if you pull out the wing trick again

Crowley was still in a bit of shock with one hand rubbing his back. He didn’t see or feel any wings from his part.

My wings? But I didn’t-

The angel and the demon shared a look. It was strange to not be aware or in control of one’s transition into a more ethereal being. It had never happened before to either of them.

I did feel like mine were coming out as well.

Aziraphale tried to gather himself while placing back the books on their representative shelf with his hands directing them where to go.

Well…there’s always my place…

Then what about your, your music collection?

…Or the Bentley-

But you love your car, how is your car less valuable than- oh never mind me. I’ll have to calm down.

The angel huffed extremely flustered by the thought of the suggestion. Then the familiar concern was back upon his face. He stepped further away from Crowley.

The point is, what I’m trying to say is-

Crowley, we could just, oh I don’t know, try again Tomorrow…

Angel-

He took hold of Aziraphale’s hands and held them to his heart.

Before you say anything, Angel. I’m so glad you want me. I don’t want this to end, not tonight. So please could we, maybe…just Hug for a while? Nothing more, not tonight, like you said.

The angels eyes shined. His blue eyes winded, happily gazing at him. How did he always know how to make him feel so safe? There was no way on earth, hell or heaven the angel would spend his time doing anything else, than being with Crowley. From now on it was impossible. Not when the only person he truly cared for was begging to stay with him.

Of course we can~ I would like nothing else.

Crowley smiled weakly at Aziraphale who cupped his cheeks in his warm hands. The angels frowned forehead had dissolved yet again. A small pause of staring lovingly at one another Crowley finally asked.

Are we going to discuss about the wing situation? I’m quite intrigued. 

Certainly, I do have a theory.

The angel blushed slightly, he patted Crowley cheek as they went to settle down on the brown couch close to Aziraphale’s working area.

…

The following day Crowley lay sleeping on Aziraphale’s lap and woke up lazily stretching and yawning.

Good morning you

Mornin’ angel

May I go switch book?

Nah, I’d like to propose something. I got inspired from dreams I’ve had tonight.

Alright, go on then.

Er, well my dream was actually about us, not in a bad way, than again it depends on how you look at it. Anyway! it involved what we were doing yesterday.

Crowley paused to see the angels reaction. It stayed neutral, perhaps a bit nervous.

And I think our late night speculation about our wings bursting out got to my imagination as well.

Mhm, interesting, and?

Crowley got up suddenly and cradled the angels lap between his own long slank legs.

How about we try again but full on ethereal style!? I have so many ideas now!

Crowley!

The angel squicked incredibly confused and flustered. In shock yet Playfully he pushed his book against Crowleys chest so to make him fall off.

Oh don’t be shy Angel, it will be fun, up you go!

But the books!?

Oh yeah, almost forgot

Crowley stopped dragging the angel from the couch and looked out the window.

We’ll drive somewhere with enough space for two bewinged creatures!

There is no stopping you, is there?

Crowley dragged the angel close to his side and nudged the side of his neck. Aziraphale answers with a heartfelt chuckle at the affection and let the demon have the lead.

Nope! We’ll have dinner after, my treat of course!

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Just a short sweet fic about how a first kiss could have uncured between Crowley and Aziraphale :) one of many drafts I’ve written when I can’t sleep, so apologies for the spelling.

“Hey angel”

“Yes Crowley?”

“Do you know what a kiss is?”

“Oh I do! I find it is quite lovely acually. It is one way humans show effection towards one another when they fancy someone. I always get such warm energy of love when I’m near it.” aziraphale explained entusiastecly as if he’d remember the energy it manifactured. His hands forming a big heart while holding a book and his reading glasses. “Why you ask?”

“Ugh no real reason.” he saw how Aziarphales brow frown sligtly.

“Just wanted to be sure I hadn’t got the wrong idea.”

“Hm” 

A bit of silence happend for a while. It did seem like the disscusion was dead long ago until Crowley cleared his thought loudly.

“Eh well…You know, humans like to show effection in strange ways - you probobly know what I’m talking about - but a kiss dosen’t seem too difficult or riddiculus if you ask me and…”

“…And you are inplying?” Aziraphale said intreged picking up the subject suspiciusly quick he peeked over the book cover, meaning the angel was still farley intressted in knowing where this discussion was going.  

“Have you wonderd what it would be like for us? I mean, us spiritual beings to do that kind of thing?”

“Not really, I’ll admit” said Aziraphale, beginning his thinking trial by opening up that part of his brain signed with “hopeless romantic” on. His childlike side of his brain activates esaly during existenthial questions but with a twist of human behaviur. “But it is a little bit intreging topic wether it could awake simular feelings humans get persuing typical human movments such as a kiss?”

“Right-”

“Or why not the other options, they have quite a lot of ways to show effection. Like you said, there are more ways humans feel the need to connect to their feelings and each other. Popular methods are hands, mouth and god knows what more-”

“Angel.”

“Oh! yes, sorry. I get a bit carried away sometimes.” 

Aziraphale watched Crowley squirm in some sort of uncomfterble manner before uttering sounds of gathering currage. 

“Since you are interrested in knowing more about this. Why don’t we test that insted of just speculating?”

“Crowley, are you tempting me to try having a…sexual intercorse?” Aziraphale utterd sounding suprised and incredebly put off by even having to mention the word. 

“Noooo! no no not that nonsense! That would be too much exersise for nothing. I meant the other thing we just talked about.” 

Crowley waived it off and shaked his head almost vilantly of clarefying his statemanet. He was starting to feel his worst feeling of all, enberessment. 

“Oh! so a kiss?” Aziraphale said softly while his face lit up into sweet smile. “That would be considerd the opposite to sin my dear friend. Quite the romantic offer I have to say.”

“Ngh, don’t get your hopes up. it won’t turn out the way you see on telly.”

“Yes well, it never dose, dose it? Aright then” Aziraphale put away his book on the side table and jumped a bit on the cushins to prepare himself. “How do you plan to even get to…do the kiss?” He tried to sound a little funny at the end, probobly because of the nerves. 

“Well” Crowley began taking off his glasses because he thought it might be appropiate. “In the movies they probobly do something like, closing your eyes, even though it dosen’t do much difference except it makes it hard to-” 

“Sssh I think I’m having a moment” Aziraphale had meant it a joke but the angel had closed his eyes and did acually sense energies shifting in the air. It engaged him in a new way that could be traised in the stumack, a warm sensetion. Crowley watched him and sighed strating to regret his desision to bring up the question in the first place. What he was about to do was clearly not apart of his job. On a second note, he thought to himself, eh, what the hell.

“I think you start off a bit slow, depending on the situation of course but let’s say I lean in like so” 

Another silance came and went as they were only a few inches from each others faces. Why the wait happend was simply because this moment for Crowley made him panic. He started to overthinking the situation. He had in fact been thinking about this senerio more than he would ever admit to any living creatur. And stopped funcuning. 

“Then what?” Aziraphale resting in the closeness and waited. No reply. The angel was a bit foggy from all the heat that brushed his face but it was rather nice just being that close to Crowley. It remined him of cold hands being warmed by an element in winter. It was one of those rare occasions when he would feel safe.

“You sure you’re not pretending to like it angel? Because I feel stupid.”

No not at all, I definetly feel something, was what Aziraphale had planned to answer but before he could Crowley had pulled back and so had his glasses. Aziraphale didn’t have to ask what was wrong, he could feel that too. 

“Crowley, I have a suggestion.” the angel spoke softly. Crowley was starring blankley at his lap but looked up when Aziraphals fingers came close to his tempels. “Mind if I share my experiense?”

Crowley felt more empty than he had been for the last decade and would normaly not risk it, but apart of him deep inside wanted to try again. Aziraphale knew him well. Therefore the angel knew that part of Crowley that once was an angel too, more spicificly that part of him that didn’t intend to fall. It begged to stay in the bookshop and it was making him wonereble. The demon nodded while taking off his glasses again. The little vonereble part of Crowley was currently looking through those yellow snake eyes persing Aziraphales. 

“It will hurt a little I’m afraid.” he added even though they both already knew that. 

They moved close again and Crowley shut his eyes wrinkeling his face when the angels fingertips touhed his skin. The pain barely did anything to him other than clear his mind from anqius thoughts, but to his deffence, it did hurt. 

Soon after their nervesystems were intached with one another, Crowley could not hide his releaf when he strated to feel something warm and plesent filling him inside. He thought it might be that long gone sense of his, what the angel had mentiond so many times before, love. 

“I feel…it” he said inches away from Aziraphale’s lips. A little bit of sadness remained in his voice but the demon felt alright. It made no sense but what he had allowed to happen was healing him in a strange way. Crowleys past self had lost something very important and now could reunite with it again, just for a moment.

“Mmm, lovely isn’t it?” the angel giggled as his voice floated away. His mind went off daydreaming of some sort, simular to when he had drank too much wine and let his mind hit that plesent level of drunk. Their lips touched as the demon took away the last inch to fufill a so called kiss. Because why the hell not?

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Duty or not - Duckworth x Scrooge Mcduck

“Sir it’s not good for your health to storm about the office at such an hour and to speak of your condition-”

“Duckworth! I’m splendid, now where’s my hat?”

Unwillingly Duckworth sighed as he dusted the top of Mcduck's hat knowing perfectly well no other response would change his boss' mind. 

“But Sir-” Scrooge snatched the hat from his hands and put it on his feathered head in a hurry down the staircase. 

“No Duckworth I must leave now, take care of the house while I’m-” he couldn’t finish his sentence all to an irritating cough that attacked his throat. This one in particular had decided to hold on longer and it drew both their attention to such a level everything stopped. Scrooge had to grab onto the stair rail not to fall over. Duckworths worry increased along with the coughing. The servant looked troubled as he leaped forward to help by pounding Scrooge’s upper back. It did wear off after a few seconds. 

“Thank you.” Scrooge said under his breath, avoiding Duckworth as he continued his way down to the main floor with the support of the rail. With all his strength and focus on the main door he failed to notice his servant running up ahead to block the door. In surprise Scrooge found himself greeted by a worried but also stirn looking Duckworth blocking his way out. 

“I must insist you go back to bed, sir…” Duckworth said camly locking eyes with Scrooge as the duck looked behind him in confusion and would then quickly turn it into frustration. The old duck tried to move him out of the way, increasing his chances for another cough attack.

Duckworth saw that his eyes could barely fixate on him, meaning he was about to doze off, he was really not well. Scrooge opened his beak to protest but only coughs came out more and more aggressively by the minute. He was clearly overworked and staggered backwards in attempts to prevent coughing into Duckworth’s face. 

  Duckworth, seeing ahead of the situation that had an quite obvious outcome, had moved alongside the duck and stood ready to catch his chief if falling of exhaustion. When Scrooge did, he would place him cautiously in one of the doorway chairs and puff up the cushions before he sat him down. 

“Let go!” Scrooge raged with a hoarse voice making his coughing worsen. As stubborn as he was known to be he tried to push his trusted servant away, but it didn't sound convincing enough. As well as Scrooge’s gesture was to the point of meaningless measuring his current strength. When the servant thought his boss would finally give in he was proven to be wrong when Scrooge stood up, only to be seated again by an equally stubborn Duckworth. The old duck looked and behaved feverishly and it all made Duckworth mournful to witness. At all cost was he to not leave the house, Duckworth had decided while holding Scrooge in check. 

“Now you may sit here and reflect further upon your quite outrageous decision. You are not well!” He snapped and drew a deep breath to support his grip on Mr Mcduck sa well as compose his temper. 

“I am sorry Scrooge but how on earth do you think you’ll be fit enough to do paperwork or encounter business like this? I can tell you have a fever by simply looking at you. If you keep on resisting I’ll have to call for Mrs Beakley!” he pledged, making sure every word came out clearly. He had no other method left but to talk to the rich duck as if he was one of the ducklings. 

Scrooge did eventually stop to fight back after hearing his servant and very good friend use his first name. Whenever Duckworth had to use his first name it meant he was serious. It might also have been due to the feeling of his body aching from his failed escape.  

“You are right...what a fool I am.” Scrooge admitted coughing in between his words. 

“Yes, sometimes you can indeed reach the potential of a buffoon.” Duckworth said letting go of his honesty, sounding spent he fell down in the opposite armchair. 

“I’m sorry, Duckworth.” 

“That’s alright Scrooge- I mean sir, spare the talk for your voice's sake. And to be precise, it is afterall my duty to make sure you are at the top of your game.” Duckworth brushed and corrected his clothing while glancing over at Mcduck who was on the verge of falling asleep. 

“I’ve never realized how comfortable these armchairs are…” Scrooge murmured, a vague smile pampered his beak as he shuts his eyes. 

Duckworth felt more at peace seeing his boss relaxed than doing laundry, which to him and others who knew him would be quite odd. He didn’t have to wait long until he heard his bosses snoring, taking it as a signal to take off the duck’s glasses and top hat and setting it aside on the small glass table in between the armchairs. He stood up to go about his day, but paused without noticing to look at his sleeping friend.

“Duty or not. I do it simply because I care about you.” he shook his head and smiled to himself walking up the staircase.

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Javert cuddling with a cat:

Cosette:

Javert: Cosette, it’s not what it looks like-

Cosette: PAPA!

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Javert, tucked into his collar: I hate snow

Valjean, holding his arm: But you love me, so we are going outside

Javert mumbeling: Only if I get to throw snowballs at the school boys

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Jack: “But WHY is the rum gone Hector? Why?!?”

Hector one legged, *sighs*: “fine...there’s a bottle or two downstairs”

Jack, drunk blushing: You dirty bombardier, keeping secrets from me? *hiccups* I’ll go get them, you stay right where you are!

Hector: No! I thought I out to have a swim in ye´ shark pool!

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“McMystery at McDuck McManor”

Inspired by Ducktales 2017 s1 ep11. It is a alternative fanfiction on what happened to Scrooge in the meantime the nephews tries to solve his disappearance. 

I’m in a phase of Ducktales so I hope you don’t mind the upcoming posts to be about ducks. 

The weird so called magician did its babbling outside the magic box with a classic trap door at the back. Scrooge was so bored and done with this entire day he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“You want me to go through the trap door, don’t you?” he shouted to the magician and the kids just to state that he clearly has had enough of this disastrous turn of events. 

That’s when something real extraordinary happened and came so unexpectedly that Scrooge felt lost for words. In a short moment he couldn't believe his eyes, did he really see the shape of his loyal and trusted friend and servant Duckworth? After a second reflection upon the ghostly figure that had suddenly opened the trapdoor and stood before him. Scrooge’s pupils winded as he felt himself smile widely with joy. 

At the end of the very same moment he was being lifted from the grown and transferred away from the box that had without him noticing, broken down around him. The feeling of air swooshed him away from the poorly staged scene he had been forced to be a part off. If not real magic or close to it was happening to him he didn’t know, but all Scrooge could think was the possibility of Duckworth being back. 

Before Scrooge knew it, he was gently placed on the upper floor hallway. Quickly the old duck spun around to look at the ghost figure to make up his mind. it might as well have been a regular ghost that also happened to despise party magicians. To his continued chock it was truly Duckworth who was in a ghost form hovering a few centimeters above the ground. 

“I could not let you suffer any longer Sir, I know how much you hate party magicians.” Duckworth winked at him cheekily. 

Scrooge gave a hearty laugh because he yet couldn’t quite find the right words to say. Scrooge fumbled with his cane. Slowly, parts of his mind fell back to the familiar grief of the loss of his friend. He had really missed those snappy comments, the great posture and caring and loyal heart that had belonged to Duckworth. What was he to say to a dear friend who had been gone for ages and now out of the blue came back as a ghost to save him from his own birthday party!? 

Instead he almost leaped forward to hug the taller dog but remembered halfway through his ghost figure, how naive he was to think he would be able to touch him like this. Now back to back with his very missed friend, Scrooge looked disappointed at his hands and sighed deeply. He felt a small sting at his heart as he turned around again to face the ghost butler who gave him a sad smile. 

“I’m sorry Duckworth I couldn’t resist.”

“That is alright, I am just glad to know how happy you are to see me.” he responded softly, stepping a bit closer - or rather floating a step closer. “It is not quite the same thing, but how about I try hug you instead?”

For being carried away just minutes ago, Scrooge didn’t protes. He nodded happily not even denying his tears building in the corners of his eyes. Duckworth lowered himself to his height and embraced his boss that he had been watching over and protecting for all too many years in his life, and afterlife. If his friend only knew how much he had tried to get back to him and his family! To show them he has been there all along, or that he never truly went away from the manor. He now had been granted a second chance to tell them. To be with his dear friend again was worth all the empty hours, days and years in the past. The hug was half settled but it was enough to pay off the missing years of each other's company.

“I can’t believe you’re back! I’ve missed you dearly...” Scrooge said not letting go for a reason he yet didn’t know. There was a pause where the old duck decided all his questions about the ghost shape could wait, but there was one question that lay on his tongue. Whether Duckworth was to stay or not. Yet something in his presence and the hug was enough of an answer and fade his worry. 

“Equal on my part as well Sir, snd happy birthday.”

I’m a bit soft for them so yeah, hope you enjoyed it and be sure to stay for more to come!

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The envoy never lies - short les mis fanfic

A little short story I wrote in december in swedish but I wanted to share it with you so here is my updated one. 

Javert was furious at the rapid comment. The snow lay thick against the cold cobblestone under his worn out boots. Despite the cold weather that gushed around the two policemen, Javert’s tremors had picked up speed again. The gnashing of teeth, fists and slight tremors was sadly a familiar phenomenon to the conscientious inspector. Since he’d been feeling weary the last few weeks his thoughts slowly started to fall out of control. How dare he think I like men? Where did he get that from, who told him so? What in his presence to this employee made him think that of him? He needed to know immediately, because now everything was at stake. Words wouldn’t get through his gritted teeth and instead the inspector reacted with his foot firmly bashing into a snow pile in between them. The snow came a long way and was unfortunately aimed perfectly at the other policeman. Quite shocked the other policeman took a step back. On the go, he couldn’t help but look at Javert in the eye. The inspector met his gaze and they looked at each other for a brief second. Terrified of the unwanted eye contact the poor man tried to apologise but decided it’d be best to say nothing, bending his head down he regained his focus on the ground. 

No more time was needed for Javert to read the rising empathy on the younger man’s face. As if he was worried or worse, pitied him! The inspector snorted at the policeman's retreat, and he snorted even though it was a logical reaction in such a situation he had put him in. Javert was very well aware he had splashed snow on the young officer's uniform without justification. The more Javert thought of it made him freeze. As if that wasn’t enough, his recurrent headache made it’s return blocking out the last of his patience. It had struck them both. Javert was in need of help, but the very hardworking and highly dedicated inspector would never admit it himself.

 “What are you waiting for? Get to your position! ” Javert finally hissed dismissively. He felt a strong urge to hide but simply turned on the spot facing an empty street. The other policeman, who was already on his feet, hurried into a side street without a word.

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Headcanon: Javert and Valjean’s relationship

- Javert came to share the love for gardening and animals when he had spent a lot of time with Valjean. 

- In return Valjean became a fan of art and also started to love his own body more due to him being Javert’s own model and biggest inspiration. - inspired by OVA I don’t remember what it was called or who wrote it :( 

- Secretly Valjean knew the ex-inspektor was a huge cat lover after a few encounters with cats on the streets. 

- There was even a time where Valjean stood hidden in awe so he could witness Javert cuddle with a cat that often came to greet them on their daily walks.  

- Javert at first would have never agreed to get a pet, but eventually they would end up with both a cat and a dog. 

- Since they have an quite odd relationship in the 1800s, they most certainly would move out of town somewhere near nature in a cabin to get away from society's norms. 

- Javert would have a hard time realizing Cosette and Marius have nothing against him and at the same time understand why they would call him “grandpa” or even “fader” like they do with Valjean. 

- After a lot of convincing and reassuring he would be okay being like an extra parent to them, mostly because they were after all grownups.  

- Javert isn’t good with catching sleep due to his struggle to relax his mind. Valjean has come up with an idea to lay his heavy arm on top of Javert to give him some pressure (like a weight blanket). Javert has ever since been able to sleep a few hours every night.

- If the timing is right and if you dare to hold on, the most effective way to get rid of Javert’s anxiety/anxiety attacks is to hug him with a fair amount of pressure. 

- In case you were wondering, yes of course Valjean would braid and care for Javert’s hair all day everyday as much as he is allowed. 

- Javert’s not willing to admit how weak he gets from Valjean's hands, caring or even pulling his hair. 

- Javert has a huge soft spot for holding hands and scalp massage. 

- Valjean’s soft spot is being kissed on his scars. It took him some time to feel completely comfortable being touched on his scars. Once he was able to overcome the unease, the sensation is undescribable whenever Javert touches the scars. He feels so validated and loved.

- Both have a fair amount of PTSD caused by others but also each other. After they both realized how relieved they felt after sharing their past struggles. They’ve started to have frequent discussions about their past aming to settle the unsolved problems and determine new approaches.

- Most of this was thanks to Cosette and she is often participating in the company of Marius when Javert and Valjean have to ventilate about their shared past. 

Things that make them blush: 

- Valjean: When Javert tells him how strong he is and clamps his muscles. 

- Whenever Javert lets out his hair, especially on purpose. 

- When Javert looks down on him with an intense but loving stare. 

Bonus: if Javert adds a grin that’s only meant for him, he transforms into a puddle. 

- Javert: When Valjean holds him in his arms and gives him a huge smile or a heartwarming laugh. 

- When Valjean is extra romantic without him being able to tell beforehand; kissing  Javert’s hand or confessing how much he loves him. 

- When Valjean works physically and spares him a look.

Bonus: if Valjean squeezes him while hugging or lifts him up there’s no strength left in the poor inspector

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Hope that was alright and not to cheezy and out of the blue just because I care for them way too much. Well I’m okay with it to be posted so here you have it! Feel free to add your own thoughts and scenarios!

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Cosette: Papa where is pa?

Valjean: Pa, who?

Cosette: Pa Javert why of course! If he is to stick around with me and Marius he has to have a nickname.

Marius: Honestly fader, it’s almost astonishing he hasn’t got one sooner.

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Javert reading: What now?

Valjean with puppy face: Can I braid your hair?

Javert: Jean...you did it just this morning

Valjean: I know, I know, but you look so pretty and...Oh for heaven's sake you love it as much as I do! Ah! You are smiling so that means I’m right. Wait here, let me get my things.