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#alexandria48bc EPILOGUE 6 (All parts available to read under the tag #alexandria48bc!) Support this comic by becoming a patron and get to read a CHAPTER AHEAD!! Link in Bio!
Voice of God: .... *sigh*
(I have been holding on to that hat shop joke for a solid month đ¤Ł)
âAll of It.â
this is my first maplekeen fic! it took me like 7 hours, so if you like it, consider reblogging! its probably not the best but im proud and thats all that matters. please excuse any typos, i proofread like 6 times but still.
_______________________________________________________Argo crept into the dorm, thinking about his meeting with the Unbroken Chain. The group still needs much more information on Fitzroy. Argo hates going around his friends back but heâs sworn to his âhobbyâ.Â
Argo tried his best to âtip toeâ into his and the firbolgâsâ side of the quarters, not noticing the half-elf staring at him. Fitzroy cleared his throat, making Argo look towards him on the couch in the common area. Panicking a bit, Argo started rambling.Â
âEr.. hello Fitzroy! How are you, my dear friend?â
âIâm fine, Argo. Couldnât sleep.â
Fitzroy tried his best to play it off like that, atleast. In reality he had been waiting here ever since Argo left, being practically torn apart by the anxiety of where his coworker could be.Â
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listen I know that jokak doesn't have much to go off in canon but I love them both so much and they both are gay and lonely and deserve love so I will make shit up if I have to

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Sketch I did a while ago âcuz my soul was screaming to draw them together lol A friend of mine (Fernanda Soto on fb) colored the sketch <3
Iâm so sorry about the jojo brainrot but like I canât stop thinking about kakyoin living thru his injury and going thru the other parts being a cool chaotic disabled guy and being best friends to lovers with joot I just đĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽş
nothing says I love you like accidentally manifesting your stand to protect baeâs hair
Josuyasu week 2018: confession
Letâs go home, big guy
Eyy I love the JoJo OVA where everybody has cute noses and Jotaroâs neck is its own character and Iâm also a big fan of people being okay and sometimes I just need to sketch simple fluff to soothe my soul
Cutest boys đŠ

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Iâm a big slut for flustered boys đâď¸
When they get there, Caesar isnât breathing. Joseph knows that even before he rushes over, even before he presses a hand to his chest, his cheek over his mouth. Heâs not breathing.
His body is slumped against a stone cross and thereâs more blood than there is wreckage in the room. Thereâs more blood than he thinks is in the human body to fucking begin with.
âHeâs injured.â
âI can fucking see that,â he snaps at Lisa Lisa but sheâs not looking at Caesar. Sheâs looking at the blood trail on the stairs and fuck. Fuck.
The cigarette she takes out is backwards when she puts it in her mouth.
âWe canât let him get away with this,â she says fiercely and Joseph agrees, he agrees but.
Caesar is still warm under his fingertips. So, he takes a breath.
âJoseph, we have to go. Itâs too late,â Lisa Lisa whispers, but he refuses.
He breathes life into Caesar, he knows thatâs what Hamon is. Itâs life, itâs strength, and heâll use it to save Caesar long enough to get help.
The taste of blood is hard to take but he focuses. The weight on his chest, the way it hurts to breathe â this is what his training was all for. What fucking use was it if he canât save a life?
If he canât save Caesarâs life?!
He loves him, he loves him, he fucking loves him so fucking Goddamn much and the last thing he said to him was fuck you.
If he dies hereâ
No. No.
He feels Lisa Lisa hands on his shoulders, feels her own Hamon flow through his body. He uses it, he knows together they can resurrect a dead man.
Please, Caesar. Please.
He canât stop himself from sobbing when he feels Caesar move against him. He moves away quickly, watching Hamon ripple through Caesarâs body, to his fingertips, to the toes of his boots. Caesar gasps harshly. His eyes donât open but his fists clench and Joseph knows heâs goddamn alive.
âForgive me, Master,â he says, rising up with Caesar in his arms. Thereâs so much blood and Caesar should be too heavy but itâll be a cold day in hell if he fails now. âI have to save him.â
He canât read the expression on Lisa Lisaâs face, but she doesnât refuse. She doesnât tell him no.
She wouldnât be able to stop him if she tried.
Finally: âGo.â
Joseph turns and sprints. He can get to the hotel fast, he knows he can. âDonât fucking die,â he says and he hopes Caesarâs cough is a laugh. Â "I love you,â he says and he swears to Caesar heâll say it when heâs conscious and healthy and okay, too. He wonât be a coward anymore.
"M'too,â Caesar mumbles and Joseph runs even faster. It burns and it burns but he doesnât waste his breath on words anymore.
He runs and runs and runs andâ
He makes it just in time.
âI guess I look pretty bad, huh?â
Joseph leans forward, takes in the sight of Caesarâs battered face and body. Takes in the bandages covering more of his body than the hospital blanket. Takes a steadying breath.
He feels so relieved.
âYouâve looked worse,â he says and Caesar laughs. Itâs broken sounding, probably rattling a broken rib or two or three. He doesnât say anything when Caesar has to cough harshly.
âWhen was that?â Caesar asks when he can.
âDay after the oil pillar.â His voice cracks and Caesar really looks at him. He forces himself to try â to really try to keep a light tone. âYou think I didnât notice all those zits you had after? It was so gross. Are you sure you arenât still a teenager?â
Caesar huffs at him and he can see him trying to lift his hand. Probably to swat at him. What an ass. Guy has two broken hands and still doesnât take it easy. Guess heâll let him have one, since heâs injured and all. Maybe heâll stop feeling so anxious after a good hit. He leans forward more.
Thereâs a gentle touch on his face, a thumb resting on his cheekbone. Not a swat or a slap or a punch. He flushes.
âMaster was really worried, y'know?â he bites out. Caesar looks amused and how can anyone look amused lying in a hospital with broken bones and a punctured lung? âYou have to apologize.â
âSorry,â Caesar says and Joseph holds back the urge to yell. He doesnât want to be thrown out again by the nurses. Itâs just, itâs just thatâ
âYou almost died,â he says and Caesar is still touching his face. He grabs Caesarâs hand, keeping his broken damn hand to his cheek becauseâ
âI was scared,â Joseph whispers. Caesar clutches his hand tighter and he clutches Caesarâs hand back. If heâs careful, only Caesar has to know. âI was, too.â
âDonât go in alone next time.â
âRun faster next time.â
"Youâre a dick.â
"Thanks.â
âFuck you.â
âFuck you, too?â
âI hate you, you asshole,â he says, even as he can feel the tears on his cheeks. Can see tears wetting Caesarâs face, too.
âI hate you, too,â is the answer, spoken softly, and God. God.
He really shouldnât be kissing someone who has more broken bones than he can count, but he does it anyway. Thereâs plenty of time to heal after.
you ever look at ur homie and just wanna cup their face softly in between ur hands? like you wanna push them onto their bed and just kiss them senseless? runs ur hands up their sides and just feel them? but like no homo though, yknow?
Prompt: Crowely tells Az he loves him by accident while going on a big long rant about (dealers choice) Az catches right away and just smiles and waits as Crowely comes to the realization of what he said
Anon. Anon. I love you for this.Â
***
âSee, thing is-â
Crowleyâs words elude him- as they have a habit of doing, the sneaky buggers. He watches the white lines in the middle of the road streak by, feels the tarmac roaring beneath the car. Itâs a rainy evening and theyâre driving home from a restaurant north of Watford that Aziraphale has been banging on about for months. Since the world had ended- and then promptly not ended- the angelâs zest for food hasnât lessened in the slightest. In fact, itâs only gotten bloody zestier, as if their near-apocalypse experience has made Aziraphale realise that life is too short. Even an immortal life such as his.Â
Crowley loses his track of his thought entirely. âThing isâŚâ
âYou were talking about-â
âKINDLES!â Crowley exclaims, taking his hands off the wheel to celebrate this eureka moment. Aziraphale straightens out beside him nervously and grabs a fistful of his corduroy trousers. Crowley slaps the leather of the steering wheel enthusiastically as he continues, âKindles. Are not. Demonic! We didnât come up with them- that was all you, Iâm certain!â
âWhy on earth would I invent the Kindle, dear boy? Do you even know me at all?â
âYou-plural, not you-singular. Angels you, Heaven you.â

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If Gaiman himself knocked on my front door and told me he would add Crowley and Aziraphale saying âI love youâ to Good Omens but I had to give up âYou go too fast for me, Crowleyâ to get it, I would turn him down in a heartbeat. I know damn well which one of those lines is more romantic. I know which one of those lines is going to haunt me for y e a r s down the road. I know which line Iâm going to be crying about for the next century, and it isnât some common i love you. You can put those words in any characterâs mouth, but youâll have to pry you go too fast for me from my cold dead fingers before I give it to anyone else.
âYou go too fast for me, Crowley,â is beautiful and fucking perfect and there isnât a goddamn âI love youâ in existence that can match it for feeling
Thatâs because I love you is a cut out!! Those are three very good words, but they are a stencil you can use on anyone!!
you go too fast for me, Crowley are you fucking kidding me, not to be dramatic but those 7 words hold 6 millennia of unrequited love and still have room left over to hold the look on Aziraphaleâs face when Crowley hands him those books and the devastation of two words scribbled on a piece of paper in a park, and an entire matching-tartan thermos full of Aziraphaleâs worst fear for Crowley because he wonât lose Crowley to the getting of it and he knows Crowley wonât use it on himself if Aziraphale is the one who gave it to him, because that would make it Aziraphaleâs fault and Crowley wouldnât do that to him because Crowley loves him and they both know it.
Thereâs only 7 words and they say Iâm sorry, and I canât yet, and I want to, and Iâm not ready, this is too much for me, there are too many things I have to sort through on my end still, and you donât have to wait for me but I hope that you can because I meant what I said about picnics and dining at the Ritz but I also meant it when I said one day. And somewhere, tucked safely into the curve of one of the eâs where Crowley will have to find it later after unpacking the rest, are the words I love you, too.
I love how we think of the same things. Look, I wrote this yesterday as an original reply to this post and then went, âno, weâll talk about this laterâ and dumped in a draft:
as someone who is both asexual and who lives with severe anxiety, âyou go too fast for me, Crowley,â is the best and worst line in existence. It speaks to my very soul.
You can hear the resignation in his voice when he says it. The quiet acceptance of what he thinks is going to happen.
Heâs saying, âI know what youâre asking of me, what youâre offering, but I canât yet.â Heâs saying, âYes, I want it. Yes, I have feelings for you, but theyâre still new and frightening for me. I have to get used to them first, before I can do anything about them.â Heâs saying, âI know I take too long. I know Iâm processing too slowly for you. You want more, but I canât give it. Itâs okay if you donât want to wait.â
Not a single person in existence asked us, but weâre both out here like, âAZIRAPHALE DOESNâT EXPECT CROWLEY TO WAIT FOR HIM đđđâ
I would also like to point out that the FOLLOW UP to this conversation is that not ONLY does Crowley fucking wait for him because of course he will wait as long as Aziraphale needs, he makes sure âone dayâ comes true for Aziraphale. Not once, but TWICE they are seen dining at the Ritz.
Look me in my fucking eyes and tell me that Aziraphale saying âPerhaps one day we could, I donât know, go for a picnic. Dine at the Ritzâ followed by âyou go too fast for me, Crowleyâ isnât an EXPRESS timeline laid out for them as a couple because it fucking is. Itâs 100% absolutely Aziraphale saying âIâm not ready right now, but someday when I am ready, I would like to do these things with you, if youâll just wait for me.â
and thatâs exactly what we see happen.
That is what KILLS ME.
Aziraphale tells him, in not so many words:Â âWhen Iâm ready, I would like to dine at the Ritz with you.â
and then we later see them dining repeatedly at the Ritz together.
I just?? How??? does anyone?? Itâs the most obvious narrative decision ever made!! And IMPORTANTLY, itâs made BEFORE the end. Itâs made BEFORE they have experienced the stresses of the nonpocalypse and itâs shown to us in the first place casually, and they are both comfortable there, which implies that not only have they have done this before, they have done this often. Which means at some point we havenât been privilege to seeing, there was a first time.
There had to have been, at some point in time between you go too fast for me and well Iâll be damned, a moment where one of them looked at the other and asked if they would like to dine at the Ritz. And either Crowley offered in a moment of bravery and Aziraphale decided that it was no longer too fast, or Aziraphale sorted out his shit and told Crowley he was ready for this by asking if heâd like to dine at the Ritz today, and honestly?? Thanks be, because Iâm tired of just being TOLD people are in love, fucking show me it or get out of here, and Good Omens fucking delivered.
So yeah. You can have that exchange over my dead body.
follow up: aziraphale introduces crowley to people as his sweetheart
aziraphale: and this is anthony, my sweetheart
crowley: iâm sorry, your what?
aziraphale:Â my sweetheart. you donât like it?
crowley, tearing up: no itâsâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..fine
Crowley, choking back tears: Iâll get used to it.Â
Voice of God: Crowley never does get used to it. In fact, every time Aziraphale uses the word, Crowley is reminded that he has something no other demon in the history of the Universe has ever had: an angel who loves him.Â