DEAR FANFICTION WRITERS

I’m still processing season 2, BUT IF THERE IS ONE THING I WANT FROM SEASON 3 IS AZIRAPHALE LOSING IT AND PROTECTING CROWLEY!!!!!!! I mean I know Aziraphale leaving was most likely a misguided way of protecting Crowley and I both hate and love that, but I want him to get ANGRY!!!!! I WANT HIS EYES TO GLOW AND HIS WINGS AT FULL DISPLAY IN FRONT OF CROWLEY!!! I DONT EVEN CARE WHO HES PROTECTING CROWLEY FROM I JUST WANT HIM TO DO IT!!!!!!

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Slight spoilers for the books

I’m reading The Mysterious Benedict Society And the Riddle of Ages and I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or not, but I noticed how (only Constance and Kate so far) have tapped their nose and pointed when one of the others get something right like Mr. Benedict does and I think it’s literally the sweetest thing ever. (Other than Constance wearing Mr. Benedict’s old suits, which would be hilarious to see in the show (probably not going to be a thing but still) )

(Spoilers)

Pain Of Knowing

(This is based on the amazing show The Mysterious Benedict Society, the newest episode.)

Happiness. Unlimited pure joy. A flash of light and it was gone. Guilt, sadness, self-hatred, grief, betrayal, all emotions he greeted as though they were old friends. Wave after wave of crushing emotion enveloped his mind, turning it numb. He should tell the others. He should tell them that it worked and he was free. He should’ve, but he didn’t. It was too much, too much too soon. Despite himself, he missed the fake happiness. The way it calmed his mind even as he fought against it. He missed the way it erased the pain of knowing. Knowing what was happening was wrong, that his brother was the one who caused it all. Knowing he was being manipulated, put in place and moved around like a chess piece on a board, but not having the strength to stop it. Simply gone. Gone with a wave of a hand and a smile. He would tell them. He would tell them when every thought in his mind didn’t claw at him, when the near constant weight on his chest lessened. He would, soon. Just not now.

I hope you liked it! Sorry for any mistakes I made! I’m open to constructive criticism so feel free!