#relationship start

17.02.25_00:00

She smiles and everything lights up

Shy and hesitant

We talk, getting to know

What makes the other tick

Time slips by

Effortless, joyful with a bit of

Lust,

She smiles and my heart

[Prompts are here by the way] Aziraphale sipped his wine a little, as he looked carefully at his enemy turned friend. Crowley started back at him, cold amber eyes obscured by his dark sunglasses as he downed some whiskey.

 “A toast,” offered Aziraphale. “To the world.”

 “To the world,” said Crowley in agreement. They clinked their glasses together. Aziraphale could feel the tension between them throughout the whole meal. It was clear that something was going on. Something was hanging between them, crucial but unspoken.

 He was going to say something, but couldn’t quite bring himself to. What if he was wrong? What if the signs he had picked up on weren’t signs at all? What if he lost the only friend he had because of a little crush? A little later, when they were on their back to Aziraphale’s bookshop, Crowley stopped dead in his tracks. Sighing, he started to ramble.

 “There’s something between us Angel. We both know there is. At least I did, but I never said anything because of well... downstairs. But now we’re free and... I know it sounds ridiculous but can I kiss you?”

 He glanced at Aziraphale with pleading eyes. Aziraphale was stunned into silence for just a moment. Then his courage found him again. “Yes.”

 Crowley pulls him close, hands firm on his shoulders. It’s the most comfortable and at home that Aziraphale has felt in a millennia. It reminds him of being wrapped up in a warm blanket or a pair of soft wings.

 In the moment where Crowley presses his lips against his Angel’s, the electric energy between them finally finds an outlet, releasing as sparks of passion. Crowley’s face is all sharp lines, while his lips are soft and gentle. They are laced with the lingering taste of bitter whiskey intertwined with just a little of the sweet white wine Aziraphale offered him early in the evening. Crowley was gentle words and angry outbursts, furious with the system he was trapped in.

 Crowley is a beautiful conundrum of contradictions.

 And in that moment everything finally falls into place. They are no longer an angel and a demon. They are themselves. Crowley and Aziraphale. Their love makes every confusing thing that’s happened and every sacrifice they’ve made for each other make sense at last.

 “Satan, I’ve wanted to that for a while,” admitted Crowley, pulling away.

 “As have I. It’s certainly one way to celebrate preventing the apocalypse.”

(Patton frowns at the thought.)

Patton: I was... in jail for a night because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and Logan was thrown in with me at the same time because of some racist pricks that judge him by the fact that he’s a tiefling and threw him in with me even when he did absolutely nothing wrong.

Patton: Me and Logan got to talking and became fast friends from being imprisoned together. 

6

Part of the Civil War fic. Like at the very beginning. How Tony and Steve became a bonded pair.

————————

When he and Steve had gone public about being a bonded pair Tony's position in the media had...changed in a way he couldn't have predicted if he tried. It'd been a complete one eighty. One thing remained though, either way they couldn't get enough of him.

As a single man they loved to hate him. Every single move he made, they criticized. He couldn't go a week without his name ending up in the paper attached to some scandal or other. At one point in a bid to protect the precious company's reputation Pepper had tried to date Tony herself and make an honest Omega out of him. It was so cheap a ploy that even the morons in the press saw through it. But they’d really been dating instead of the better plan of just faking it so it'd been a mess to say the least. It'd done a number on their friendship too. It'd taken a year or two before they were truly back to best friends. It hadn't been remotely worth it and he swore to himself right then and there that Alphas were off limits, drama he could do without thanks. He'd started to cool off towards romance in general. Tony just wasn’t a good match for it.

And then there was Steve. God made one perfect Alpha and it had been him. Tony couldn't stand him. The 'good guy and the bad girl' finally meet what wonderful storybook romance will unfold between these two? Tony had taken a hard nope and opted out. Steve may have been walking wet dream but the man was also a complete asshole. A real pompous, caveman of a guy. Tony wanted nothing to do with Alphas especially not those types so he just tried to stay away.

And Steve had his own reasons for hating him that Tony pretended to be too self absorbed to understand. They nearly came to blows every time they opened their mouth to one another. The best thing for them to do was to stay away from each other. They'd save New York from an asshole in a pointy hat and a fur coat and his army of...lizard people(?) then they'd be out of each other's lives forever.

Except, they weren't. And the problem with two equally stubborn people trying to ignore each other was that they like to argue. Especially with each other. So every now and then- at least once a week- one of the two of them would become so annoyed by something about the other that they would take the time to track them down and yell about it. Then they'd both scream at each other. Their screaming matches could go on for hours. Usually neither of them won and by the end of it they couldn't remember what had started it they'd gone so off topic.

Then one time, Steve did win and it ended with Tony in tears. He'd denied it then and he'd deny it to this day. Either way, it had been the end of their screaming that night. Steve had hugged him. And spoke to him at a reasonable volume.

Before Tony knew it they were arguing more and more often. But now it mattered less and less. And the setting was way better. They argued everywhere together: coffee shops, book stores, over dinner at restaurants, while Steve was sketching -sometimes even Tony himself- and while Tony worked in the lab.

Wow anon you just really want me to go all the way with the angst thing today huh? And we’ve got the fatal separation coming too. Well then…here we go.

Send me a Jassandra Prompt and I’ll write it for you!

Two years ago if you had told Jacob Stone that he’d be fighting Black-Beard the pirate, he would’ve said that you were crazy. Now it was just all in a day’s work, and not the oddest day job he’d had. He was used to it.

But this right now was not fair. This was not anything he was remotely prepared for. He never would’ve expected to be in this position, although he should have. In this crazy, mixed-up job, it was likely. He supposed it was like how when you got on a plane, you didn’t expect to crash every time. You never think about the worst case scenario.

This was definitely worst case-scenario. He was left potentially choosing between the fate of the Library, and the fate of a friend, his best friend.

He and Cassandra were on a mission alone; Black-Beard was after the Holy Grail. He just saw it as another piece of gold, an asset in his collection. But the insane amount of magic in that artifact…in the wrong hands it would be catastrophic. They’d been discovered by the crew, labeled as thieves and stuck in cells awaiting execution.

In some kind of a miracle,  there was an explosion. Jake’s cell was blown open, but only Jake’s cell. Cassandra was still stuck, and there was no way to get to the key. If he ran now, he could get the Holy Grail before BlackBeard did and jump through the back door. It would be easy. But there were footsteps coming, footsteps surely coming for them. If he left now, Cassandra would die.

“Jacob please” Cassandra begged “Go. If you stay here BlackBeard will get the Grail and you’ll die too”

“I’m not leaving you Cassandra” Jake insisted. “I can fight off the guards when they come, and then I can get you out of here, and we can still get the Grail together!”

“But it won’t be as simple as it is now. There’ll be a fight, it’ll be riskier” She let out a small cry. It was weak and desperate, a cry of giving up, and it broke Jake’s heart.

“Please go Jake” she whimpered. “Please, I’m going to die one day anyway. My life is not as valuable as the fate of the Library. You have to go. You have to leave me”

“I can’t leave Cassie!” Jake yelled. “I won’t do it! I will not leave you! I would never leave someone I love!”

“What?” Cassandra whispered

Jake stood back, shaken by what he’d just said. He’d thought about the idea sure, but never in depth. He was never certain, and then there it was, out in the open before he even believed it was true. It was though. That much was obvious to him now.

“Jacob…” Cassandra muttered, after he’d given her nothing but silence.

“I would never leave someone I love” he repeated. “I love you Cassie”

“I love you too Jacob” she cried “And that’s why…”

She was cut off by the sound of gunshots ringing through the stairwell. Eve came running down into the room.

“There you are!” she exclaimed. “We came when you hadn’t come back in a day. Things are getting ugly up there we have to go”

She aimed her gun at the lock on Cassandra’s cell and shot it open. Jake immediately rushed over, opened the door, and pulled her out. She collapsed into his arms and he held her tightly.

“I told you I would never leave you” he whispered.

They stood up and stared at each other, smiling with the new knowledge of how they felt about each other.

“Hey puppy dog eyes!” Eve called. “Not that I’m not completely in support of whatever is going on over there, but we need to get going. Now!”

Prompted by: @itsjakefromthelibrary

Summary: AU where Jake makes it into Club E. When he’s left alone with a drunk Cassandra, things are said at what is not exactly an opportune time

Based off of this post

Note: I’m sorry this took so long! I was so busy and also had no muse for this but High School just ended and now I have the time! Not my best work, but I hope you like it Enjoy!

Prompted By: @tacodestroyeravenger

Summary: In a world where whatever your soulmate has on their skin appears on your own, Cassandra has followed the drawings on her arm for her entire life. One day, in the library, she notices some similarities with Jacob, and slowly starts to connect the dots.

Inspired by this post

Send me a Jassandra Prompt and I’ll write it