@omniishambles Said: I Dont Lie. But I Dont Always Tell The Whole Truth. From Aziraphale To Crowley!

@omniishambles​ said: i don’t lie. but i don’t always tell the whole truth. from aziraphale to crowley!

somehow—he had the impression he had been in the middle of something just a while ago. that there had been—a thought, a realization, some discovery that had possessed him to leave his garden, march towards the house, accuse the other and come up with at least a dozen reasons why—whatever this affair was ( come on, he had it in the tip of his tongue, it had to be somewhere now ) was of ultimate importance, AND MOST SURELY, something outside the realm of his responsibility.

really now, why else would he be standing in the middle of the room if not for that? mud-covered boots and just-ripped weeds in his hand?

and yet—it was as if every conscious thought he had in him, every bit of emotion and impulse had suddenly been silenced by that clarification—a truth he had never got to consider before, and which most certainly left him with an open mouth, furrowed brows and the most important of questions: since when?

“ you mean— ” there was no fault in his logic, no matter how much he revised it over and over again. “ okay, wow, uh—i have the impression now that you’d give many demons i know a run for their money, and that’s—something i definitely wasn’t expecting for today, but—under the risk you’ll use that very tactic on me now, how many times have YOU keep any information from ME through the years? ” and to be honest, he wouldn't even be mad if that was the case. proud, maybe. but mad? “ how haven’t i noticed? ”

Gay💁‍♂️irl

send me   ‘ open up ‘   for a drabble of my muse talking about one of the most traumatic memories in their life… 

passionately kissing in the dark in total silence is a fucking mood

“ yeah—he’s getting faster with the years ain’—oH OK, CAREFUL NOW! ” ok, sure, this was nowhere close to one of his most elegant escapes, but—to be fair, it was more about the result than the performance with this whole deal. not that he didn’t care for a glamorous addition to his legend, but—when the muse appears and makes a demand to put yourself out there, you don’t really think about it twice, do you? no, hand on his wrist, the absolute silence he managed while standing at the other side of the door, massaging the articulation while he enjoyed with the biggest smile on his face how moony ( precious moony with his unbelievable precious brain ) played his part of the operation, never even stuttering when the words came out of his mouth and making him feel even more privileged to have such an ally to count with.

god—this was by far the best thing that has happened to him all week. 

“ I CAN’T BELIEVE HE DIDN’T ASKED YOU ANYTHING, DIDN’T EVEN STOPPED. ” he bursted out laughing after his entrance, his voice not higher than a whisper but no less excited in his pronunciation. what has he done? definitely not going to the library for that one transfiguration essay he had promised himself he’d do today, but it wasn’t like he wouldn't attend to that at some point anyway. 

“ ok, ok, look, i—i caught him storming off of his office twenty minutes ago, figured he’d be out for a while given how urgent things looked like at that point AND he still had one of the projects he stole from me hidden somewhere so—naturally, i had to come in and reclaim my property. THING IS— ” a dramatic pause, enough for him to anticipate where all of this was going. “ —of course, he came back sooner than i expected, so he left me no choice really, his office WILL STOP SMELLING LIKE THAT AT SOME POINT, but he didn’t let me explain that bit before we started running. ”

again, nothing but justice against the grievances he had endured so far. “ anyway, what were you doing here mr. prefect? am i interrupting any of your honourable duties? ” he inquired before turning to the nearest desk and accommodating himself over its surface.

@choicelesshope asked:  are you gonna help me or not? ( from sirius! )

Was that even a question? “Of course. I have no idea what’s going on though, tell me what you need.” Remus was nothing if not flexible and quick to pick up on situations. “I have a hunch though..” He saw Filch limping their way, screaming bloody murder. Remus grabbed Sirius by the wrist, opened the first empty classroom they came across and practically hauled his friend inside. 

Remus however stayed outside, leaning against the wall next to the closed door, so when Filch arrived to ask about Sirius, Remus put on his best innocent expression. The shiny prefect badge on his chest rounded off the look nicely. “I haven’t seen him, sorry.” When Filch was gone, Remus joined Sirius in the classroom with a snicker. “What did you do?”