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I am...not really sorry 😂 what do we call this pair, just Unit/Gorgug? Thistleunit? Gorgnit? Artificer Cowgirls? Stetson Blues? idek lmao I need sleep
Title: Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Fandom: Dimension 20: Fantasy High Junior Year
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Relationships: Unit/Gorgug Thistlespring, Riz Gukgak & Gorgug Thistlespring, Digby Thistlespring & Gorgug Thistlespring & Wilma Thistlespring
Characters: Gorgug Thistlespring, Unit, Henry Hopclap, Riz Gukgak, Wilma Thistlespring, Digby Thistlespring
Tags: Crack Treated Seriously...kinda, set in FHJY Ep 11: A Very Merry Moonar Yulenear, but spoilers for FHJY Ep 19: Ragenarok (Part 1), Fantasy High Junior Year Spoilers, no beta we die like Porter's dignity in ep 19
Summary:
After asking for Unit's help with distracting Mr. Hopclap, Gorgug invites Unit over for a study session.
He swears it was only so he could explain himself and to actually study for their test. It's definitely not because he has a growing crush on his classmate.
He might have gotten his MCAT signed, but he definitely still didn't have any free time to even consider any hint of romantic feelings.
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first, a Gorgunit. now, Skuttlespring. what's next on my WIPs? 🤔
Title: Foaming in Mystery
Fandom: Dimension 20: Fantasy High Junior Year
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Chapter: 1 of 2
Relationship: Mary Ann Skuttle/Gorgug Thistlespring (Skuttlespring)
Characters: Mary Ann Skuttle, Gorgug Thistlespring
Tags: Rated for Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, lots of made up Quokki Pets stuff based on Neopets, I used to be rly into Neopets ok, Romantic Fluff, sharing special interests is romantic, i don't make the rules, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, POV Mary Ann Skuttle
Summary:
Somehow, Gorgug gets hooked on Quokki Pets and stumbles upon a new mystery. Mary Ann has feelings about it.
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where am I going with this? idk
jk I do know where this one is going. I do actually have the ending plotted for once lmao
Title: take this the wrong way
Fandom: Dimension 20: Fantasy High Junior Year
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Chapter: 1 of 6
Relationship: Mary Ann Skuttle and Gorgug Thistlespring, Figueroth Faeth and Gorgug Thistlespring
Characters: Gorgug Thistlespring, Figueroth Faeth, Mary Ann Skuttle
Tags: Background Relationships, Minor Ayda Aguefort/Figueroth Faeth, Friendship, Banter, Humor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, 5+1 Things, Post-Campaign 01 Season 03: Fantasy High Junior Year, Fantasy High Junior Year Spoilers (Dimension 20), rated for: Implied/Referenced Underage Sex
Summary:
In the final week of junior year, the Bad Kids are finally free to just relax and pursue other things like relationships.
Or, in some people's cases, gossip about them.
Or
Five times the other Bad Kids assumed who Gorgug was dating.
+ The one time they find out.
Chapter 1 Summary:
Fig receives a text from Gorgug and shows some support.
Additional Note: The first chapter just chat/text but the other chapters won't be, so I didn't tag this as a chat fic 🤣 I might write one in the future tho, this was fun
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aaaand we're back to writing silly stuff!
my tags are multiplying whoops
Title: take this the wrong way
Fandom: Dimension 20: Fantasy High Junior Year
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Chapter: 2 of 6
Relationship: Mary Ann Skuttle and Gorgug Thistlespring, Figueroth Faeth and Gorgug Thistlespring, Unit and Gorgug Thistlespring, Riz Gukgak and Gorgug Thistlespring
Characters: Gorgug Thistlespring, Figueroth Faeth, Mary Ann Skuttle, Riz Gukgak, Unit
Tags: Background Relationships, Minor Ayda Aguefort/Figueroth Faeth, Friendship, Banter, Humor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, 5+1 Things, Post-Campaign 01 Season 03: Fantasy High Junior Year, Fantasy High Junior Year Spoilers (Dimension 20), rated for: Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Aromantic Asexual Riz Gukgak
Summary:
In the final week of junior year, the Bad Kids are finally free to just relax and pursue other things like relationships. Or, in some people's cases, gossip about them.
Or
Five times the other Bad Kids assumed who Gorgug was dating. + The one time they find out.
Chapter 2 Summary:
Riz runs into Unit at school and formally introduces himself.
Thank you so much for this ask! I'm sorry I am weeks late in answering. I hyperfixated on Fantasy High and caught up to the latest season in a few weeks oops
Anyway, here's a snippet of what I managed to write. Set some time during the timeskip before the Battle of Pangranos.
“Have you just been here since I left?” Colin asked, pulling him from his thoughts again.
The knight was visibly worried, which was predictable. Some time into their acquaintance, Colin’s wariness of him turned into concern. Raphaniel wondered how much of that was genuine and how much was borne in an attempt to make up for the loss of a similar supportive relationship with Delissandro. Colin was clearly someone who needed to have someone to follow and care for. Well, that was the Thane's loss for assuming his loyalty by default. Delissandro was truly ambitious, but he relied too much on his heart to be manipulative enough to achieve his goals. He was lucky that Karna held affections for him. She was much more efficient in that regard.
“Don’t you worry yourself, my boy,” Raphaniel assured with a smile. “I have been out and about, completing my duties and eating regularly.”
Colin appeared disbelieving. “That’s not what I heard from Lapin.”
Raphaniel’s grip on his quill tightened, snapping it in half. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Colin answered warily, clearly seeing the quill and graciously avoiding mentioning it. “A couple of other people confirmed it.”
Raphaniel took a deep breath and carefully discarded the broken quill to the side of his scroll. “You’re certainly quick to believe that rabbit over this old man, Colin,” he commented in an even tone.
“Only when it comes to your own health, Raphaniel,” Colin pointed out dryly. “As you said, you’re old. I’ve seen you forget to change clothes in a week. I had to bathe you and wash your soiled clothing.”
“I have more things to worry about than clothing.”
Can you tell how excited I am to put my fave Calorum characters in one place? How convenient that they're connected by their service to the Bulbian church 😌
Listen, I got sucked into the headcanon of Crowley being formerly Raphael and I couldn’t get @gabibluedragon‘s idea about what if Aziraphale was created for Raphael and idk man what if
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The angel had a familiar warmth that he recognized even from afar. And he was curious by nature, even after it was his curiosity that damned him.
He slithered up the wall, up until he was beside the angel with the familiar aura. He hissed as he looked towards where the humans were walking in the desert.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" the angel asked politely.
He shifted to a human form and turned his now snake-like eyes to the angel, seeing the other clearly now and understanding the familiarity with a deep-seated ache in his chest.
"I said that went down like a lead balloon."
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"I shall make you a companion...and he shall be named Aziraphale."
"Aziraphale," he repeated in awe, amazed that his Creator would create a new being just to help him with his duties. "Aziraphale...I wish to meet him."
"Not yet, my child." He felt Her brush his curls, the sensation filling him with the warmth of Her love. "I will require your help in creating him."
He was overjoyed. He has created stars, planets, nebulae, whole universes, and helped in creating the beautiful Garden of Eden--but he has never brought an angel into existence. What a great honour!
"What do you require of me, Mother?" he asked enthusiastically. "I will do as you command!"
She smiled and said, "Your love, my dear Raphael." She touched his chest, suffusing his form with Her Grace. "Your great love for Me shall bring him into being."
He did not understand at first. But then She showed him Her Plan. She let him see the future of beings She would create--humans that would be made in Her image. They would live in the Garden until the time they would first be put to the test. And they would continue to be tested, experience famine, pestilence, war, and death. They would suffer as they walked on the Earth he helped create.
He was created as the first Healer. His purpose was to create and to help allay suffering. The thought of such precious creatures being in pain hurt him, in ways that no other being had yet to be hurt.
For the first time in existence, an angel wept in despair and asked Her, "Why? Why would you create them just to make them suffer?"
Her smile became tinged with what he would later know as sadness.
"Without darkness, there will be no light. Without suffering, there will be no joy or triumph."
She wiped away his tears and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Someday, you will understand. Until then, someone else will hold your love for Me, my child."
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He still did not understand Her words. But, in this new angel beside him, he could feel the warmth of his love for Her--the love that he remembered in his mind but could no longer feel in his heart.
It hurt even more than the pain he felt when he Fell, when his wings burned into black as he fell into a pool of boiling sulfur. His love was taken from him to create this being.
The angel, Aziraphale, was created to be his companion. He was supposed to help Raphael to heal the suffering, to show compassion and love for all of Her creation. But how was that possible when Raphael no longer felt the love he used to know more than any other part of his being?
But then--
"I gave it away!" Aziraphale responded when asked about his flaming sword, his reason being a worry for the humans who were cast out of their home, much like Raphael was.
The former Archangel did not understand Her Plan. There was no explanation for why She took his love for Her and replaced it with emptiness.
But as Aziraphale raised up a wing to shelter him, Raphael felt a new kind of warmth bloom in his chest.
Perhaps, someday, he would understand. Until then, he would stay with these humans and this angel created from his love.
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A/N: idk like I know the original idea was that Aziraphale was made Guardian of the Eastern Gate bc he no longer had an Archangel to work for, but what if it was all Planned? what if God created Aziraphale from Raphael’s love, like She created Eve from Adam’s rib/side/idek?
basically idk what I just did, this is my first attempt to write and post for this fandom. how did I do, Mom?
I also don’t know if I’ll continue this. I might make it into a full fic when I have time? I have a shit ton of ideas for this fandom and not much time to write bc real life is hectic af but we’ll see
Someone shared this amazing fanart by @johanirae and I just couldn't let the idea go. Thank you for giving permission to write this!
Please check out @johanirae‘s art--they’re all beautiful and inspiring! <3
I'll edit and add notes when I post on AO3 sometime this week. So many ideas, so little time!
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"Lift home?" Crowley asked jauntily. Aziraphale would have replied immediately if he wasn't still feeling his unnecessary heart beating faster in his chest. Crowley probably assumed that he agreed.
But then, as the demon turned around and took a step, he stumbled forward.
“Crowley!”
Aziraphale immediately rushed to catch him, wrapping his arms around the demon’s shoulders and dropping the bag of books in his haste.
“My dear boy, are you quite all right?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in worry for his friend. At Crowley’s grunt and weak attempt to stand back up, the angel huffed in exasperation. “What am I saying, of course, you’re not all right. Is it your feet?”
Crowley let out a hiss and suddenly sprang up, once again hopping on one foot then the other. “Forgot, ooh--churchesss--whole lot is consssecrated--ow--”
“Oh, dear.” Aziraphale glanced around, wringing his hands as he considered what he could do--
“Aha!” His eyes lit up as he remembered seeing a couple of humans in the park the other turned around and crouched slightly, leaning forward.
“Hop on my back, dear, let me carry you,” he said.
“What?” Crowley hissed again from behind him but didn’t come close. “Carry me?”
The angel refrained from rolling his eyes at the other’s disbelief, but it was a close thing. “Yes, Crowley, I can carry you until we reach your car. It’s the least I can do after all of your help.” When he heard nothing but the tapping of Crowley’s feet behind him, Aziraphale turned back around to stare at the demon beseechingly. “Please, Crowley. This is my fault--let me make it up to you, dear.”
Crowley threw his head back with a begrudging groan of, “Fine!” He waved a hand at him in a vague shooing motion. “Turn around, angel.”
Aziraphale beamed at him and resumed his previous position. He carefully steadied himself as Crowley unceremoniously draped his body on the angel’s back. The demon wrapped his arms around Aziraphale’s shoulders and hissed once more as he hitched his legs around the angel’s waist.
“Not too tight, dear,” Aziraphale bid, feeling for a moment like prey being constricted by one of those huge snakes. He miracled the bag of books back into his hand’s grip then carefully hooked his arms under Crowley’s knees. “Just put your weight on me.”
He wondered if he had subconsciously miracled his voice to remain steady with how his heart felt like jumping out of his chest once more. He felt his face flush as he became acutely aware of every point of contact between them. He knew that he really did not need to feel these very human reactions, but they existed nonetheless. It was quite distracting--he had no idea how humans dealt with this in their short lives.
“Right.” He cleared his throat and pointedly ignored the feeling of Crowley slumping against him, his chin settling on Aziraphale's left shoulder. “Shall we?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Crowley grumbled, his warm breath brushing against Aziraphale’s left ear. “You better have some good alcohol ready, angel. I feel like I could drink a whole barrel after this."
"Really, my dear, that would be too much." Aziraphale carefully wove his way around the debris, now concentrating on bringing them away from the area. "But, as a matter of fact, I do have a few bottles of red of Châteaux Mouton-Rothschild. Philippe de Rothschild had this remarkable idea of bottling their own vintage."
Crowley hummed and tilted his head, the brim of his hat hitting the side of Aziraphale's forehead. "Too bad the Germans got their vineyard, huh? I bet you had something to do with him getting released from the Vichy."
"Perhaps I did," the angel said a bit smugly. "He was quite the nice fellow. Pity about his family though, dreadful business with the Germans."
"This whole war'ssss a dreadful businessss you mean."
"Well, quite right."
As they approached the end of the lot, he felt a bit of disappointment--which was as ridiculous as his corporation's reactions to, well, everything related to Crowley right now. He cleared his throat needlessly. "Almost there."
Crowley let out another hum but otherwise didn't respond. He tightened his grip around Aziraphale's shoulders for a moment then relaxed with a sigh.
"Are you alright there, Crowley?" Aziraphale asked, a bit worried. "Are your feet hurting, my dear?"
"Sss'fine," Crowley grumbled, his words beginning to slur. "Ssssleepy…warm…"
Aziraphale felt warmth suffuse his chest, a fond expression crossing his features. "Please don't sleep just yet, Crowley. I'm afraid I have no idea how to drive your car."
"S'fine," the demon repeated, sounding more coherent now but still tired. "I'll ssstay awake."
Aziraphale felt guilty now. Clearly, Crowley exhausted himself already, and his feet were probably aching, if not burnt. He deserved to rest.
"Actually, perhaps if you would permit," the angel began tentatively as they approached the Bentley, which was parked across the street. "I could let it drive itself, so you can take a nap on the way."
Crowley made an affronted noise. "You'd make it drive at five milesss per hour."
"Don't be ridiculous, Crowley." He stopped by the passenger seat and bade it open. "In you go." He gently manoeuvred the demon into the seat. He placed the bag of books on the floor in front of the seat and patted the top.
"Feet on top now, dear boy. You probably have burns on them. I'm afraid I can't heal them with my powers, as you know, injuries from holy objects."
Crowley stared at him in silence, making him want to fidget.
"I hope you'd let me take care of them when we get to the bookshop though," he added with uncertainty, feeling quite exposed for some reason.
"You want me to put my feet up on your precious books?" Crowley asked incredulously, his hissing absent now that he seemed more awake. "The same books I just saved for you?"
Aziraphale felt like his heart jumped to his throat at the reminder, which was quite preposterous. He steeled himself with an indignant huff, hoping to appear firm.
"You are clearly hurt, and I won't have you hurting yourself further by having your feet hitting the carpet."
He stepped back and closed the door, moving to the driver's side. By the time he was settled in the driver's seat, Crowley had already put his feet up as instructed and removed his hat.
"They'll be fine, you know," the demon mumbled, looking down at his feet. "No need to hurt your precious books."
Aziraphale hadn't thought he'd feel more fond of his friend after earlier but he was clearly feeling it now.
"My dear." Very carefully, he placed a hand on Crowley's cheek, startling the demon into looking at him. "Your feet are infinitely more precious than some old books."
He watched as Crowley's jaw dropped, his cheeks unexpectedly turning a lovely shade of red. Aziraphale felt his own face warm at the sight, his heart racing once more.
Confound this human body.
He dropped his hand and looked away, clearing his throat.
"The books are protected by the bag anyway," he said with attempted nonchalance. "Shall we get on then?" He fixed his gaze on the steering wheel even as he heard the other sigh.
"Yeah, sure." Aziraphale glanced back at him, watching him get comfortable for a moment. "Let's get on with it."
"Right." He willed the car to start, bidding it to drive them to the bookshop. "Off we go then."
The Bentley started up, headlights coming on and moving on its own. As it sped through the streets, the radio turned on, filling the car with Vivienne Segal's voice.
"I'm wild again, beguiled again,
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I…"
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A/N: I know Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered record didn’t come out until the 1950′s even though the song was introduced in the 1940 musical Pal Joey. I’m just gonna say the Bently Does What It Wants. You know, this gives me another idea..........
Will eventually repost this in AO3 with actual notes. Idk I wanna try book format with the notes and I have stuff to add anyway.
Let me know what you guys think! Please feel free to send me ideas or prompts. I’d love to discuss and maybe write them out. This fandom is just so inspiring.
