#just crowley i'm going to shatter soon

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

hi it's the good omens mascot here's some shit about me that might be relevant

I appear to have accidentally caused chaos so I figured you might as well know about me since I'm responsible for it. And also so that you know who you broke, thanks ineffable fandom.

I have been called the prophet by some of you all. This is not entirely untrue, but I would like to add as I did in one post, that Apollo also gave me the curses of art, (very emotional) music, (sometimes good mostly dreadful) poetry, (same parentheses apply, except that the dreadful is on purpose) writing and (used to be good now dreadful) medical knowledge, and so yes, you did accidently adopt a messenger of an ancient Greek god.

Yes, this entire entry into your cult happened from start to now happened in 48 hours.

This will seem less bizarre when I give you context about me and fandoms. I changed career paths (after three years of intense study that cost me my sanity) from science to the arts because I was inspired by drarry fanfiction of them leaving their ministry jobs and following their dreams. Yes I tossed three years and my loss of sanity away in one week of decisions. I'm now a designer. Thanks Draco.

I read so much drarry fanfiction that my mum had to take me to the hospital for injured wrists. I wore wrist and elbow supports and was in constant pain for a few months. I was only later introduced to autoscroll. Yes, I am a fool. Yes, I am unaware of how to human.

I'm broke and cheap enough that I feel guilty buying bottled water, but for Christmas I spent the equivalent of around 150 bottles of water getting a Bakewell tart custom made (they don't sell them where I live). Why? Because in one single fanfiction, it is Draco's favourite food. I would never spend that kind of money on a dessert for any real human being.

That is to say, you all are not ready for when I REALLY fall for Crowley. I don't saunter vaguely downwards for people. I bypass earth and crash into hell, leaving a smoking pit in its infernal ground.

I swear I'm not as dumb as I seem, I just have ZERO general knowledge, and am terrible with faces. I can tell you what the graffiti on the walls of Pompeii from before 70 AD said but I don't know who my previous president was, and personally I think that's very classy of me.

Some of you seem concerned about my sleep schedule. Worry not, I sleep in four installments, night, morning nap, afternoon nap, evening nap. I sleep more than you all, that I can promise. I sleep more than my doggy sister.

About the streams and the timezones, I have no idea how to make it so people can watch, because I frequently mix up east and west and last morning I mixed up the Pacific and Atlantic ocean. I don't know at what point the Eastern hemisphere becomes the Western or how any of it works. I also thought Wakanda was a real place.

But hey fun fact, in 2020 diclofenac sales were dropping in Iceland. I know this because I wanted to make sure to use the correct painkiller in one sentence of a story I was writing. It was completely irrelevant. But hey any of you writers here probably feel my pain. I don't write fanfiction, but I am an author and I write original stories. And honestly what is more useful, Icelandic diclofenac sales from three years ago or timezones?

A career test once told me to be a standup comedian.

Yes that's me Asmi, just your regular dumbass lad who is slightly unhinged, serving himbo twink energy, hello hi nice to meet you all. PS: the poll results are out and Doctor Who won, so tremble, DW fandom.

#good omens fandom #good omens mascot #asmi #weirdly-specific-but-ok #this is me y'all #good omens brainrot #thanks for breaking me i figured you should know about me #crowley #just crowley i'm going to shatter soon #drarry #draco malfoy #fandom culture #fandom things #doctor who #dw fandom #more inaccurate summaries coming up #good omens #fanfiction #and how it ruined and saved me

[twilightcitysky]

Everything Is Meant (long S2 analysis, part 3)

Part one

Part two

There's SO MUCH excellent meta out there right now, and I'm going to try not to reinvent the wheel too much, but I want to keep going with tying the episodes/ elements up together because on first watch it wasn't entirely clear how everything fit. I also strongly recommend a rewatch, no matter what you felt about the ending... if you need to stop it 10 minutes early, do that, but you pick up so much more the second time around.

So: Maggie and Nina. I spent most of my first watch wondering why we were bothering with them, honestly. Later in the season Nina, and then Maggie and Nina, gave Crowley some insightful advice, but their actual relationship didn't progress despite all the meddling, and the amount of emotional investment BOTH Aziraphale and Crowley had in making them get together was frankly strange.

I started thinking in terms of mirror couples, since that was such a big deal in S1 and that's clearly what they were set up to be, but I made the mistake that all of us made on first watch: that Nina was Crowley and Maggie was Aziraphale. It still wasn't really coming together.

Then I put the psych hat back on and started to think about displacement. Displacement is a defense mechanism, and it consists of satisfying an impulse (usually an unconscious one) with a substitute object. At the beginning of the season, Aziraphale and Crowley aren't really in a good place, and I think on some level they know that. Aziraphale is trying to SHOW Crowley that he wants to take the next step through all the casual touches and phone calls and inviting him in, and feeling frustrated because Crowley doesn't seem to be taking the bait. (I absolutely think that Aziraphale tried to get Crowley to stay with him at the bookshop instead of living in his CAR, and Crowley said no. That's a whole other meta.) Meanwhile, Crowley, I think, is waiting for a Grand Gesture. Where did he go, as soon as Aziraphale brought up trying to get two humans to fall in love? Romantic tropes. Getting caught in the rain under an awning. A dramatic kiss that opens someone's eyes. That's the sort of thing he's always done, right? Big rescues, impassioned pleas on the street, fancy dinners, "give you a lift anywhere you want to go". He's defensive and guarded and unlikely to let someone in unless he's CERTAIN he won't be rejected, and Aziraphale's approaches are just too... quiet. No one's fault, they just don't speak the same language.

Then, they're handed the opportunity to make two humans fall in love, and they're both All In immediately. Look at Crowley's face when he summons the rainstorm. This is HUGE for him. Why? Because of displacement. Look at Aziraphale arranging the ball and being borderline deranged about it. They're both desperate to demonstrate what they think it takes for two people to move past their misunderstandings and fall in love. They can't do it for each other because the stakes are too high, and if either of them shows their cards unequivocally the vulnerability feels life-shattering. They're codependent and terrified of rejection and also, importantly, have no idea what they're doing when it comes to love. "Saw it in a film", Crowley says. Aziraphale's read about it in books. But they have zero practical experience.

Instead of learning to communicate, they try to say what they want to say through the medium of Maggie and Nina, up to and including the questionable moral decision to exert control over people's actions and thoughts during the ball. If I can just make this come out right, they both think, then things between us will be alright too. It HAS to come out right. They're attempting to gain some control over their own lives, over something that feels so overwhelming and shattering they can't look directly at it.

It doesn't come out right. Nina's relationship falls apart, but that doesn't mean she's in love with Maggie. While Crowley's stress-cleaning the bookshop to the music that played when Aziraphale got his books back in 1941 (just fuck me up David Arnold), they come in and tell him so. "I don't understand", says Crowley. Because it should have worked. Why didn't it work?

They tell him, of course. "You need to talk to each other. Say what you're really thinking." But here's the thing about communication: you have to learn it. You need to get the hang of expressing your feelings without blaming your partner, and separating intent from impact, and staying away from getting defensive and lashing out. No one has ever taught Aziraphale and Crowley how to do this. It's like Maggie and Nina put Crowley in front of a loom and asked him to recreate the Bayeux Tapestry. He doesn't have the skills; he's always going to get it wrong, even if he tries his hardest.

And he does try. But that's where Maggie and Nina the mirror couple, rather than Maggie and Nina the displacement relationship or Maggie and Nina the Greek chorus, come in. Aziraphale, as Nina, has just ended an incredibly toxic, invasive relationship with Heaven. A relationship that invaded every facet of his life, isolated him, and prevented him from being close to anyone else. "Rebound mess," Nina says. Aziraphale is a rebound mess. He's transferred the responsibility for his emotional wellness to Crowley. Crowley is the person he calls when he's in trouble, or (and this is key) when he wants to report a clever/ good thing he's done, or when he's bored. (At no point did Crowley reference Aziraphale calling him for a solicitous reason-- another problem.) Crowley is meant to take care of him. He forgets, I think, that Crowley is a person with his own wants and needs, just like Maggie and Nina are people with their own wants and needs who don't appreciate being messed with. (I think things would have been much different had Aziraphale BEEN THERE for Maggie and Nina's talk with Crowley, but he wasn't.)

And Maggie-as-Crowley? Lonely. Behind on rent, at risk of being evicted (it's important to note that Aziraphale saves Maggie from losing her record shop, as he couldn't save Crowley from losing his flat). Pining. Awkward. Revolving around Nina like a planet, to the extent that we don't get much of an impression of her otherwise. They realize, there at the end, that they both need to round themselves out before jumping into a relationship. Aziraphale and Crowley need that too. They need to take time apart and learn to be healthy on their own. Unfortunately they don't have the skills to get to that conclusion in a healthy way, so it all explodes in their faces and everything falls apart.

Aziraphale tries to teach Nina and Maggie to dance as a substitute for communication. Nina and Maggie try to teach Crowley communication as a substitute for the dance they've been doing around each other. That's the reason they're a part of the plot: they exist to demonstrate the way Aziraphale and Crowley might have succeeded in forging a better dynamic. Sadly, the boys' dance is too practiced and they got sucked right back into it.

It's okay, I think, that Nina and Maggie's storyline never really went anywhere. It wasn't supposed to. It's an allegory, not something that needs to stand alone.

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens season 2 #gos2 #good omens season two #crowley #aziraphale #maggie #nina #defense mechanisms #the psychology of good omens #everything is meant #ineffable husbands

[etheries1015]

Malleus X reader- when you wish upon a star

Malleus looked down at you with kind eyes as he held out his wishing star, you taking a hesitant glance at the fae.

"Are you sure you want to give it to me? I don't particularly have a wish in mind," you shrugged. Malleus urged it into your hands before stating;

"Well, grim took yours and crowley did not allow you to have a second one, correct? I have no need for such a silly tradition. If I would like something, I can simply ask for it," Malleus said with endearment hinting in his voice. You sighed before finally agreeing, taking in a deep breath before closing your eyes and making your wish.

"I wish...that the people from my world can forget me." Malleus started at this, eyes widening in shock, while you stared blankly down into your hands only to see that the star had not glown to your wish. Chuckling in disappointment you handed the rock back to Malleus, who stared at you in bewilderment.

"It won't come true, anyways," you sighed, "Like Idia said, it reacts to body heat and traces of magic. And I'm...completely magicless. What a sick reminder, I can't even make a wish," you let out a shaky laugh with a melancholic look glinting in your eyes.

"Why do you wish to be forgotten, child of man?" Malleus finally inquired, "I'm sure anyone you knew from where you hail wouldn't want to forget you, surely." You couldn't meet his gaze, instead you placed your hands in your pockets before kicking a rock on the ground down the steps of ramshackle.

" It doesn't look like I will be able to go back anytime soon. It would be much less painful for them if they forgot me, If they havent already. I...am easily forgetable. Always have been, always will be..." You shook your head as another sigh escaped your trembling lips. "Sorry... I didnt mean to sully the mood-" you were interrupted by strong arms pulling you into an embrace. Malleus was hugging you tightly, using one hand to hold your head and the other to carefully hold the star.

"I wish..." He whispered after a moment of silence and hesitation, "I wish that I will never, ever forget you. I wish for all of your woes to resolve, and I wish that you will find a way home. I wish you can smile happily in your future, and I wish you can see just how important you are."

The star began to glow brightly, more brilliant than any of the other stars that had shined during the entire starsend event. You froze in place in the warmth of his arms, it didnt occur to you that tears bad begun to stream down your face. You held onto Malleus tightly, the fae stroking your hair comfortingly.

"I could never forget someone as kind as yourself, (y/n)," he said, "even when you inevitably find a way back home, I will forever remember you as the human who treated a fae such as myself as if I were just another student. You are far more important than you may realize, and I'm sure everyone that you left behind eagerly await your return." You couldn't bring yourself to find a response, you only shook your head and cried even harder.

He really knew how to make you feel special, even when it seems as if you can easily disappear into the shadows without anyone giving a second thought. Malleus Draconia....you too, shall not forget him.

~~

It was probably a bad idea for him to make so many wishes though. And with his immense amount of magical prowess, your intimate moment was quickly interrupted by the star shattering. Oops!

~~ end

A/n- I was thinking about a scenario about maybe Yuu using their wish for Malleus, wishing he would live a life that wasn't lonely or something like that. However...I felt like it would be a...cooler twist if we had insecure and lonely Yuu instead.

This was also thrown together on a whim. Not my best works but feel free to check out my master list for more content.

#malleus #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #Malleus x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland fanfics #Twisted wonderland malleus

[sociogalaxy]

Confusion~ MalleusXReader Pt2/Ending 1 (angst)

Part one here

You brushed the encounter off as Malleus having a bad day and being extra sensitive. What you didn’t expect was him ignoring you. He changed his schedule completely. No more lunches at the same spot, no more gargoyle club at the same time, hell even no more meeting up at night to see the moon together. It was if he wanted nothing to do with your existence.

Even Lilia...Sebek...Silver...It's as if you didn't exist to them. You lost your whole friend group without knowing why. It ate you up from the inside. You felt guilt over something you knew nothing about You wracked your brain for any answer you could find, but in the end in always turned to a dead end.

Not only were you confused, you were angry. Not only angry, but heartbroken once you saw Malleus with a new friend. She was laughing with him and touching his arm. Just like you used to do.. However that wasn't even the most shocking part. When he leaned down to kiss her, that's when you finally felt your heart shatter. He gave his first kiss to her, the first kiss you've always wanted for yourself because you were in love with him.

Your world was ending. Everything was crashing down, it was hard to breathe. You didn't know whether to get back at him or cry. You wanted to march over there and punch that girl away so you could be the one to kiss him...not her.

Maybe you deserved this. Maybe you did something terrible without realizing, maybe you deserved to be hated by Malleus and your Diasomnia friends. You fell into a deep depression. You stopped attending classes. You stopped interacting with your other friends, hell even with Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts.

Just when you thought you're life would get worse Crowley came with news that he found a way home. You could finally leave. Never see any of them again....never see him again. It hurt like hell, but you knew it was better than your current situation. Better than seeing the man you love look at another woman with the same love you hold for him.

Before you left you wrote a note and slid it under his dorm room door. You poured your entire broken heart and damaged soul into it. You hoped nothing more than for Malleus to read it. Maybe then he can forgive you even if you never hear his voice utter those words to your face.

Dear Malleus, I want to apologize for whatever it is I did. I'm sorry for hurting you so much and never fixing the wrongs...I may never know what I did, and it hurts but I'll be okay. Crowley found a way for me to go home. I'm leaving, by the time you've read this I'll already be long gone. I have to at least admit something. I love you. I've always loved you. I don't know when I'll stop loving you, but hopefully soon. I'm...sorry for ever loving you or allowing myself to be your friend. I can see I've caused nothing but harm. Goodbye forever Malleus. I hope you treat your girlfriend better than I ever could have treated you. Sincerely, Y/N.

It broke him. He thought you hated him. You felt the same way he did? And this is how he repaid you? How could he...He ended the relationship, isolated himself, and vowed to never love another again, especially not in the way he loved you. He held the necklace he tried giving you and cried. He cried, he wept, he bawled, he couldn't hold back anything anymore. He fucked up. He fucked up. Now you're gone forever.

Malleus will never be loved by you ever again.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus #twst malleus draconia #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Well, it has been almost 3 months since I last made (digital) art for fandom, but I'm slowly getting back into it again! Kicking things off with some Ineffable Husbands...and what?! How have I not drawn them in their natural forms until now? You can also view Wish You Were Right Beside Me on AO3. This is a little @gospexchange giftie for @willow-tea, who gave me Under Your Scars by Gobsmack as a song prompt to work with. Let me just say I ran with this song as soon as I listened to it because the vibes and energy offered so much potential. As a music lover, I always love a good song that I can pull apart and piece back together visually because words and such can be interpreted in so many ways. And they tell so many stories. I guess this art piece is a mix of feelings and angst, but I'm going to be hopeful and believe that Aziraphale and Crowley find a way to shatter the glass wall separating them so they can be reunited again. Willow, thanks for the awesome prompt. I hope you like this!

#good omens exchange #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #willow-tea #good omens fanart #art rec #self rec #my art #sugareey #do not repost

[liyacreate]

I am on copium... I am very not ok... Neil you liar!

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A knock came from the door. At first it couldn't be heard, not when rain poured down like a storm. But the knocks quickly became loud and quick. Soon turning to pounding as though if it were not to open soon the door would simply be knocked down. Of course Crowley opened it, ready to curse out whoever was behind it for waking him up in the middle of the night. But everything he had planned to say had gotten stuck in his mouth and not a sound came out.

There before him was wings, black as a crow's. Bloody and broken. A scene he wished he never had to see again. But he pushed back the memories of an old fallen angel who asked too many questions and instead focused on the man on his doorstep.

With an arm supporting the newcomer, he carried him in. No longer caring that the clean floors of his new flat were getting dirtied and wet. How could he even notice when all thought were once again overtaken by him.

He was small and delicate. Every emotion lying there on his sleeve. In every tear that rolled down his cheeks and that expression written on the face Crowley had longed to see, but not this way. Sure he knew it could end this way— he wished he wasn't so familiar with it. And he wished Aziraphale hadn't had to go through it as well.

It pained the demon to see his old companion like this. Deflated with every hope shattered. Body sinking to the floor and holding on to him as if he were the only thing keeping the fallen angel from drowning. Perhaps he really was.

Crowley embraced Aziraphale tightley into his chest and let out his own wings to shield his angel. Dark wings hiding equally dark wings yet familiarity and warmth enveloped him.

“I'm sorry, Crowley..”

At last he spoke. Voice soft and hoarse, obviously weak from crying. It only served to bring more pain to them both.

Crowley leaned in, cupping his cheek. His hand was gentle— careful to not further hurt the angel. And just as they had parted, he kissed him. With every longing, feeling, and love he had stored. Everything he tried to ignore ever since the elevator doors closed.

“I forgive you.”

#good omens s2 spoilers #good omens aziraphale #good omens 2 #good omens #crowley good omens #good omens crowley #good omens season 2 #good omens tv #go2 #go2 spoilers #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale and crowley #anthony janthony crowley #anthony j crowley #crowley #crowley and aziraphale #crowly x aziraphale #aziracrow #aziraphale #aziraphel #azicrow #azirowley #I AM ON COPIUM

[miss-atena]

Quite frankly I am here to spread a bit of tomfoolery in the TWST Fandom in requests. I made a pair of silly goofy stray cats for NRC. I humbly request, a blue point siamese cat pushing things off the staff desks while they're teaching. Thank you for your time <3

I had the last request to do before getting to this, but I was thinking of this while going to sleep last night. Tomfoolery is always appreciated in my askbox!

Night Raven College Staff and their Silly Goofy Stray Cat

Dire Crowley is already a silly goofy guy, although on a chaotic end. When he took this poor poor blue point siamese cat to his pristine college (and maybe lied on any sanitary reviews), he expected it to soon act like Grim, which was less chaotic than when they came. Sadly that wasn't what happened. As he did one of his special lessons, it seemed that the cat wasn't enjoying his blabber about how such a good headmage like himself would know how to defend himself in a moment of need. So the cat just... booped his little nose and pushed Crowley's water on the ground. Now, that usually wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that Crowley had his water in a glass cup, which broke and sent the poor man almost flying in a jumpscare. After that everytime he was on cat duty from the staff, the little guy would be on a leash. "Even Lucius treats me better, ohhhhh poor me, I'm such a poor headmage ooooooohhhhh noooooo"

Divus Crewel is NOT a cat person. He much rather be followed by a pack of dogs than a cat. So when Crowley showed up with the cat, plopped him in his desk and went away, Crewel glared at the door and than at the cat. From afar it would seem the cat and the alchemy professor were in a very furious staredown, but they were just taking notes on what they hated about each other. In the two seconds Crewel took his eyes from the cat, the stray pushed the papers crewel was grading all over the floor, and proceeded to take a nap. "This is why I always preferred pups over cats, urgh..." Ashton Vargas doesn't usually stay in the teachers room, he is always running around the campus to make sure everything is in check (and to drag some poor student into an impromptu jog), but the moment he stays, He is met with a furious Crewel handing him the stray Cat and slamming the door on his way out. Huh. Well at least the cat seemed cute. The little cat was much happier being around Vargas than with Crewel, so he was acting nicely while Vargas petted him. The moment Vargas went to check his schedule, and jumped up with the poor cat hanging by his life on Vargas shirt, the stray changed his mind. mean human = mean cat in return. When Vargas came back to pet again the cat... there was water spilled all over his stash of protein bars. "NOOOOO! WHY WOULD THAT HAPPEN TO ME?" he proceeded to scream and fake cry while flexing his muscles. He still needed to look strong. Strong men can cry. Mozus Trein escaped for a while but not long. He already knew this was gonna end badly but... the cat looked so cute... Okay, he could do it. And do it properly, different from Crowley or Crewel. His voice was ever so boresome, while in class. The Sophmores were basically sleeping in their seats before the sound of porcelain shattering and Trein's yelling filled their ears. Surprisingly it wasn't Grim. The stray cat had pushed over Trein's dear mug of him and Lucius. How could that cat ignore such a strong and long bond?! When Crowley came for a surprise check, he was handed the cat. "Take this beast from me, He stole a precious momentum of my life that will never be recovered, even Lucius is crying at the horrible sight" (Lucius was, in fact, with the same face as ever) When Crowley dropped the cat at Sam's shop, the man already knew what to do. He prepped almost a cat's mansion for the stray, and started loudly announcing his brand new business. "That's right, Little Imps! Whoever manages to stay with this poor little cat and not lose something precious of yours, will get a PREMIUM DISCOUNT! Sounds good, right? But beware, the stakes are higher than they seem. Hehehehe..."

This was very out of my comfort zone but I loved this so much. Can this be considered a crack fic? i dunno but the thought of a small siamese cat making grown men almost die in frustration relieves my stress.

Have a good Day/night!

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #ashton vargas #twst vargas #mozus trein #twst mozus trein #dire crowley #twst crowley #divus crewel #twst crewel #twst crack #crack fic #twst fanfic #anon ask #thanks for the request!

[astrhae]

Hey there! I just wanted to say I've read 2/3 chapters of Nebula 231080, and it is some GODDAMN POETRY. It's not often that you get fanfiction so artfully done, with good grammar to boot! The pacing is wonderful, and the literary devices you've interwoven are genuinely impressive. I knew I was going to like this fic as soon as you started talking etymology; my mouth was literally hanging open there. That being said, PLEASE write an epilogue! This work of art needs a bow to tie it all together.

akdskdskdk thank you!! i'm really so very glad you've enjoyed the fic so much 💙

Aziraphale had built a life around words: holy words, written words, the way prayer too came from Sanskrit – prasna, whose nearest translation was question – the way prayer was a word that mankind had made, in shattered syllables after Babylon’s fall.

this part was one of the first things i wrote for the fic and i can't promise i'll ever be able to write an epilogue for that fic but i can promise i'll be writing more of aziraphale and crowley with etymology -- because i can't ever stop thinking about them and languages and how a language dies when there's only one person left to speak it. and how aziraphale and crowley have had each other to keep these ancient languages of memory and history alive and akdsksk

feel free to talk about them to me anytime because it's been scientifically proven that the fastest way to enable me to write a fic is to talk to me about metaphors and literary devices and linguistics ✨

#asks #good omens #everything-is-as-it-was #fic: nebula 231080 #this fic was SUCH a rollercoaster to write and i'm still recovering from writing it #but i really am so glad you've enjoyed all the little details!! #and i hope you have a very happy new year 💙

[lightvsdark18]

Twisted Wonderland (Book 6)

Translated by Otome Ayui, EN playthrough by Mewshi Q.

Why is it so bright?

Wait, no. We just dealt with an overblot! Why are we facing another one?!

She wakes up, fear and frustration clinging onto her heart.

Then her door opens to reveal Ace and Deuce. "Guys?" She sits up. "What are you doing here?"

"We overheard Riddle getting a call from Crowley about Grim attacking you." -Ace

"Is that true? Are you okay?" -Deuce

Her eyes start to tear up again. "No, I'm not okay."

The boys take her downstairs to the lounge to explain what happened when a knock is heard. Deuce opens the front door and finds Crowley standing, letting the headmage in.

Crowley tells her Grim has been captured and for her to retell him the events that transpired now that's she's a bit calmer.

She explains what she was doing, not mentioning Mickey, and finding Grim in the coliseum. She remembers he was eating something and spoke about a crystal.

"A crystal? Like the one he ate in the dwarf mines?" -Ace

Crowley describes and explains a blot crystal and the likely possiblity that's what he was eating. "But yet we had five overblots in this school."

"This is all speculation. It is worth to remember that while Grim can communicate with us, he's still a monster. Perhaps the violent he showed is his true self."

"No, he got violent when he was eating that crystal. He may have a short temper, but what I saw wasn't my Grim." My Grim...?

"I understand you're upset, but depending on how serious the situation is, he might not be able to stay in the school anymore. I need to think my students and their safety."

Ace asks if they could see him and the headmage tells them no, he's not risking another student getting hurt. He suggests the two to head back to their dorm and let him handle the situation, then wishes them a goodbye and leaves.

Alice feels defeated as Ace and Deuce try to comfort her, telling her everything will be okay and Grim will return to her soon.

Waking up in the morning, she doesn't feel like going to the festival and just wishes to stay in her room. Ace and Deuce, even the ghosts, demand she go out and have fun. The boys escort her around the festival, buying her food when she subconsciously thinks about Grim just to be reminded he's not with her. They tried to cheer her up, they really did.

Her friends invite her out to spend time together and Malleus even started visiting her in the daytime, asking her if she would like to company him at his dorm. She tries to smile and push down the feelings in her until Grim can come back and tease her for worrying about him.

Last week of February, Tuesday. (Four days without Grim)

Of course he lives with them and does household chores.

"Yes, even if I knew about his past, I would still vote for you guys."

"By doing what?

"Wait, what?"

"Wait, what?!"

Frowns. "You're not wrong..."

"Thank you, guys."

"Deuce, if the money will help your family, then help your family. You're not obligated to give it to me, to Ramshackle dorm."

Her eyes light up and smiles bright. "Thank you, everyone. I really appreciate your kindness."

Gets up from the couch and quickly checks the window to see people riding boards. She runs and falls to the floor at Rook's words. She looks over to the people who entered and removes herself from the battlefield in her lounge. She hides behind the wall in the guest room and yells in fear when magic burns the doorframe beside her.

The ceiling starts creaking and spilling debris on her head. She panics on what to do, glancing over a chair and deciding to pick it up and hit one of the three intruders with it. She is pushed aggressively away, but gets back up and hits another, breaking the chair and using a leg as a weapon.

She is slammed against the wall and hit with magic, growling to herself as her energy fades from her. She watches them grab Jamil and Vil, flying off towards the shattered window, then hears a familiar voice calling out.

She jumps up and stares out of the window. "Grim!!"

The first years jump into battle with the intruders. However, the intruders defeat them instantly and the first years faint onto the destroyed floor. She rush over to them as Grim yells her name.

She is lost, frozen in place, her mind blank as Rook and Kalim try to snap her out of it.

(It's been four fucking days since Vil's overblot. Give her a break before letting everything go to shit.)

"Crowley too?!" What the hell is going on?!

"The overblots."

Alice is trying to wrap her head around all of this information.

"Probably."

"Yeah, I wanted to protect the students in my dorm, but I failed to do so."

"Mademoiselle Star, you did what you could to protect them. You fought bravely."

"Hmm? You look healthy, Mr. Howl, but Katelynn, I can see you have some minor injuries. Come sit down, I'll treat your cuts."

"My whole dorm is destroyed..."

"Epel, don't beat yourself up over this."

"... Mr. Crewel, is anything I can to do to help? I couldn't protect the students in my dorm and I wish to help in some way. Is there anything I can do for the school?"

"I understand you may feel frustrated with the outcome of what happened, but you should focus on recovering. Even though you're an adult, you're still a student and protecting my students is my top priority. Now go."

She didn't like that answer. She frowns and gets up to follow after the first years.

Sighs. "I don't know. The dorm could be still lived in, but it's too dangerous from how unstable it is now."

"Thank you, Epel."

"What? Rook, why are you going there?"

"... Are you serious?"

Stands in front of him. "Rook, you are the vice housewarden, you have responsibilities of taking care of your students and making sure they don't lose their heads while Vil is gone."

Grabs Epel's arm. "Hold on, no, you're not going to somewhere dangerous. If anyone should go, it should be me."

"But you don't have magic! I can help Rook with my magic!"

"But as the adult, I can't allow a child go and get themself killed!"

"Then go with me!"

"Huh?"

"If you're worried about me, then join me on finding Vil and the others!"

She pauses for a second. "... Okay, I'll go with you, just let me get ready."

Alice runs towards Ramshackle dorm and climbs the stairs to her room, reaching under her bed for the baseball bat. If she's going to a dangerous place, she's going to be prepared to fight.

She has the bat down the front of her shirt, kinda holding it to prevent it from falling while Epel flies.

"Epel! Careful!"

Alices hugs Epel for warmth.

"Thanks."

"I don't know I can promise anything, but I'll try." Maybe.

"Your stomach is a damn sea monster." She chuckles.

"Essential for a hunter?"

The name of your unique magic is even creepy.

Moves around in the outfit. "Damn, this uniform is nice, and comfy."

(I got sad at seeing my boys like that. They got freaking violated.)

"I would love to go back again."

The bat is down the back of her robe. The tight fit and belt keeps it secure.

Can't hit the armored guards. Falls dramatically on the floor.

... I'm surprised and not surprised it's underwater.

...

Her eyes flutter open and sit up, looking around at the underwear city, then at Idia. Hades...

Pinches the bridge of her nose at Rook talking about the skincare.

"Katelynn (Winter) has a baseball bat." -Ortho

"I have no magic, I needed something to protect myself with if something happened."

"You kinda destroyed my home and kidnapped my friends, so what else was I going to do? Stand around and stare at the wall."

She's amazed by the technology they have to make their own "outside."

"How far does it go down?" The answer gives her nervous.

Doesn't like that ominous statement.

"And the person who came to bring the subjects home." -Ortho

When they are waiting, Alice rests her elbows on the table and her chin on the back of her hands. "Welcome to your briefing."

Rook does the same thing. "We will be discussing the concept of beauty."

"And the concept of cuteness."

"Epel can be the example for the cuteness discussion."

"He's going to throw a chair at you for that."

Epel sits down and does the same pose. "He will dodge it if I did and tell Vil later."

They keep doing it until Alice and Epel look at each other and break out in laughter.

"Yeah, I felt like something was off."

(Magical girls)

"The tablet is off as well."

I am the clown.

"Boy, more and more you make me want to stay miles away from you."

"We need to find a way to get out here."

Places the bat on her back to help the staff member.

"Come on!" Alice is basically dragging the guy, trying to get him and her out of the blast range, but the dude wouldn't move.

Braces herself.

Huh? Why am I seeing this?

Hears Epel calling her name and opens her eyes to the two. "What happened?"

"What? Are they... in glass?"

Looks to Epel as he explains. "Is that..."

"I'm proud of you, Epel!"

Cerberus.

Pulls her bat out and fixes her robes, then heads down the hallway with the others.

(They just saved your skin and you call them monsters. How dare you.)

Walks into the office with the bat on her shoulder and a hand on her hip. "Sup, boys."

Alice takes the chance to look around while the group talks and notices Grim isn't there. "Where's Grim?"

"I don't know about that."

Ancient magic?

How many?!

"Don't die."

"Couldn't you said something less dark?" -Jamil

"Fine, let's kick some ass."

(I hate that sound.) Can't look over the edge without getting dizzy. She's terrified.

"F you. I may not have magic, but I'm not going to stand around and continue being useless. I don't care if I get hurt, I'm fighting beside you guys."

Alice looks angry as Vil lets out a deep breath and speaks as himself which makes her raise a brow, then becomes shocked at him asking for permission to hug and kiss them. She kinda freezes when his arms wrap around her and kiss her cheek, making her brain slowly process what just happened. Rook chuckles, "it seems like you left her speechless." She speaks up, "yeah, you did. I didn't expect that."

"My hunter, my poison apple-" Vil looks at her and smiles- "and my sweet one."

"Yeah, but you saved my life with it though."

Big inhale of breath. "Here goes nothing."

"That's concerning."

She's dodging and running around the phantoms to give them big hits with her bat. Is trying to stay of the guys' way while they're shooting magic at the monsters.

"We're basically using him as a shield."

Shakes off the blot on the bat.

Got her hopes up, man.

Chuckles.

"....."

"Same here."

"Why are we talking about nail care?"

"But you got me curious though."

Slightly laughs at Epel freaking out at the story stopping when it just began.

"You kidnapped someone and placed them here?!"

"Oh shit."

"That's terrifying."

"I hope everyone else is doing okay."

Slightly glares at Vil for smacking her back. "That's not easy for me, Vil."

Her ears are hurting from the Titan's yelling and slamming.

"Over there! The light!"

Throws the bat to the floor and quickly helps holding the spear.

High fives Epel.

"Haha, I see the sea monster is back, Epel."

Places snacks and a first-aid kit under her robes.

She can't fight on the stairs.

"You just backhand complimented him."

"Wait, you were in a different dorm originally?"

"Didn't really attack."

She wants to say something, but decides not to.

"We have to stop the end of the world from happening."

"You were a part of another dorm."

(I like Vil immediately got mad at Epel's comment.)

"Wait, hold on, you have freckles?"

"Is that only thing you took from that?" -Vil

"No, it just I never saw freckles on his face, so are you hiding them with makeup or does the sun have to hit them just right?"

"What was that?"

"Where the hell is my cat?"

"Okay..."

"It's too quiet."

Everyone is looking at the destroyed box, Alice is looking around the room. "I don't see anything." She's on guard when walking behind Vil. At Rook's words, she turns and strikes the monster coming at her.

The phantom swings its arm and throws Alice against the cages, unable to get up immediately from pain. The boys freak out and Epel runs to her side as Vil and Rook finish off the phantom. Epel helps her up as the others quickly approach them and she tells them she's fine, but the hiss of pain tell them otherwise.

"Is it gone now?... I guess you guys are done for the day."

I wonder how I can help in the battle with the brothers. She leans back in the chair and rests her eyes.

"Why are there crystals everywhere?"

She jumps onto the chariot without thinking. Places the bat on her back.

Another overblot...

(Idia looks cool, I like the design.)

Holy shit! That's a big ass phantom!

Wait, what?

Well shit.

"Grim?!"

Time to smack some phantoms.

(Ortho yelling sounds like child Link.)

Epel pulls her back on the chariot.

Helps by holding the spear.

Stands the edge of the chariot, reaching her arms out to him. "Grim! Wake up!"

"... This voice... M-Mom, I..."

She sees Vil going after Idia and Grim and watches her vision quickly fade at hearing Rook calling out to Vil. Idia's memories replay in front of her, revealing his pain, hurting her heart as tears well up in her eyes. When the vision disappears and brings her back to her senses, she sees Idia, Grim and Vil sitting in the chariot with her.

Her heart sinks at the state Vil is in. He looks up to her and hands over Grim who is asleep. "He's more troublesome than he looks."

The chariot float down on the stairs and everyone exits. Alice is holding Grim and Rook is carrying Idia out as Vil carefully steps down. Idia is set against the wall and everyone wait for him to awake, Alice being the first person he sees.

(I actually thought Vil was being all accepting and confident despite being old now, I was respecting the man, but no, he was faking it.)

(headcanon: Azul princess carried Riddle out of the Chariot. Try to take it out of my cold dead hands.)

"Grim." Bounces her arms. "! He's not breathing!"

Shows him to Rook like a concerned parent. Following his instructions and hitting Grim's back with her palm.

"Grim! Wake up!" She's two seconds away from crying.

The relief at hearing him breathe and holds him in her arms like a baby.

At the call of her name, she hugs him close to herself. "You're okay!" Tears start to roll down her cheeks as he apologizes. "It's okay, my boy. No hard feelings."

"Yes, let's go back to Ramshackle dorm."

Deep, relief sigh.

"You're not getting off scott free."

Alice tears up at Vil sobbing.

(Jamil just got bodied.)

(Making a reason to "reward" him.)

"Grim, he was having a bad case of emotional whiplash."

Turns to see Malleus walking up to her. "Hey, Firefly. Thank you for returning Vil back to normal."

Has him spinning and moving her around to check for any injuries or aging while she balances Grim in her arms.

At hearing the main two, she immediately runs over. "Guys! Are you okay?"

Deuce bonks her on the head with his fist. "Hey!"

"Are you lecturing an adult?" Says it like a threatening teacher to try to scare them a little bit.

"Serious injuries? You don't know what's under this robe."

Alice's injuries: large bruise covering the back of the left shoulder, large burn on her right arm, three long scratches on her right thigh, and small bruises all over her body.

Grim jumps out of her arm to hug the boys.

Alice goes to the infirmary to get her wounds treated and have the pain on her left shoulder checked. She gets lectured by Crewel, but she states lecturing her isn't going to do anything for she doesn't care if it was reckless, the kidnapped students are back, aren't they?

She heads to Ramshackle to pack up a bag with Ace and Deuce's help, then enters Heartslabyul since the dorm brings her comfort.

She showers and crashes on Deuce's bed, curling up with Grim in her arms. When she wakes, she gets something to eat and checks up on Riddle. Spring break starts earlier than planned because of what happened. Crewel takes Grim and her with him on the break.

Once the break was over and returns back to the school, she asks the dorm leaders if she could stay at their dorm for one week each to see how the different dorms work. They agreed.

[Where they stayed]

At the end of Pomefiore week, she can finally return to her own dorm.

"Damn, they really revived it."

Jumps. "Hey guys! Good to see you three again."

(The dorm has different shades of dark blues instead of the green/beige.)

"You guys really went out to repair everything."

"My room looks nice AF."

Is disappointed at finding out the room hasn't really changed beside for the new bed, papered walls and cleaned reading chair.

The doorbell rings before she could answer Vil.

She's happy with her dorm and getting a strawberry tart, then gets jumpscared and has vibe ruined.

Idia!

And you're doing a terrible job managing it.

Ortho?!

"Yeah, sure, Grim."

"No, I'm going use it. Thank you."

Alice is still suspicious of Grim.

("Crowley is gone, let's party!")

Alice is feeling good, she's enjoying spending time with everyone and having a little small party.

She shares her room with Grim for the night. He's already asleep when she leaves the bathroom and sits down on the bed. The mirror lights up and hears a knock, then a voice. She approaches it to find Mickey.

"Yes, I did. He's sleeping right now."

"Could I see him?" She walks over to the bed and carefully picks up Grim to show him to Mickey, but the mouse can't see him.

She rests him down on the bed. "No, I can't see anything on your end."

Silver hair and mysterious eye color?

[Business] and [Magicless Overblot]

#twisted wonderland #Alice

[minibagelqueen]

My heart is shattered so I may as well go deeper. Share your angst fics that have awful similarities with S2!

This is an excerpt from mine, This isn't Flopperoo

"Yes. But if I'm wrong nothing happens."

"And nothing will ever happen if you had your way!" Crowley instantly regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth.

"And what is that supposed to mean?!" He bristled.

"That you're happy just… doing this forever." He gestured, "I want us to have a life together."

"We can't!" Aziraphale bit back. "How naive can you be? We're in an illegal relationship. We're abhorrent to society!" He pushed his plate away and threw his napkin to the table. "And we live in a tiny village, Crowley! How are we supposed to be together?!"

"Then we move! We could buy a place in London! You could open a shop? A book shop!" Crowley shouted back. They weren't abhorrent. It was society that was wrong. Not them.

"More of these preposterous ideas!" He didn't understand how painful it was to Crowley to be ridiculed for his plans. "Besides, I like it here! This is my home. And we'd only have the same problems in London." He barked back.

"We could find somewhere with two flats, connect them together?! I've known people who have done it." He flailed around for a solution. "People wouldn't know or even care if two men live together in London! It's London! Everyone has their heads up their own arses anyway."

"Like someone else I know." He said sarcastically: that little bit of a bastard coming out. He was feeling attacked just for being cautious, for liking the simple life. If Crowley thought that he was boring then all of this was a moot point anyway. He couldn't risk moving to live with someone who could grow tired of him. Would grow tired. After all, Crowley was sexy and experienced and clearly wanted excitement. He had so many other opportunities to explore. He could easily find himself someone more suited. And wouldn't it hurt more? If they tried and had a life together only for Crowley to take it away when he realised what a mistake he had made investing in Aziraphale?

Crowley snarled, "At least I'm trying to think of a future for us!" He didn't want to think about why Aziraphale was so resistant to them becoming more. Why did he always meet resistance when he wanted to commit? He wasn't expecting life changing things right now. He just needed a sign that he wasn't just the convenient homosexual in the village for him to experiment with. Because lately he had felt like Aziraphale had been pushing him away with one hand and pulling him in with the other. It was confusing. He just wanted to know where he stood. What this was. His own insecurities were playing on him. Aziraphale was so incredible. He was scared that he'd realise there was more to the homosexual world than just… him. He had had a sample of home during the Winter. He had never felt that before with a person. He wanted to feel it again so desperately. He wanted it with his Angel.

"Well it's simply foolish to dream." He said, something final and dismissive in his tone. Crowley just wasn't being realistic. He didn't want to change. He didn't crave more. He loved the library and he missed how easy life had been before. Oh no.

"Before? Before me?! Before us?" Crowley choked.

How could I have said that out loud?

"Aziraphale…?" Crowley asked, his voice breaking now. "Aziraphale… what did you mean? Do you… are you?" His entire world felt like it was crashing around him. "When you always say that it'll never work. Do you mean the plans? Or us?"

Aziraphale was silent in panic.

#goodomens #ineffablehusbands #aziraphale #crowley #angst #goodomens2 #goodomenscrowley #goodomensau #good omens fanfiction #aziraphalegoodomens #aziracrow

[nyctolovian]

Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Pirate AU, Kidnapping, First Meetings, Waiter Crowley (Good Omens), Pirate Azirphale, Dark Aziraphale (Good Omens), Alcohol

Summary: A weird Pirate!Aziraphale and Civilian!Crowley fic. Written for @whitesuitcrowleyzine

In Crowley's defense, he was already planning to quit his job. He'd had quite enough with dealing with snobby rich people showing off their incredible wealth with luxury yacht dinner parties that he had to serve at. He might as well go out with a bang while wildly flashing middle fingers. The plan just wasn't fully formed yet (what he had at the moment meant that there would be two fires, which was one fire too few) when the pirates hijacked the yacht, waving around guns and knives.

It was mayhem as the pirates took down anyone who fought back and herded everyone else below deck with yelled threats and guns ablazing. Several people broke down in tears and huddled together. As all this transpired, Crowley went largely unnoticed and, not wanting to change that anytime soon, he dared not make any superfluous movement. So he followed the walls of the yacht and tried to make his escape, still carrying the serving tray like a proper professional. The commotion was beginning to dwindle, and Crowley had to be quick.

Just as he neared the staircase, ready to bolt, the weight on his tray shifted as someone lifted a glass from it. Crowley straightened and froze, caught red-handed. The person walked to stand side by side with him and took an elegant sip from the glass and sighed. "This red wine is simply lovely." By now, the commotion had died down to whimpers and sniffles as the pirates stood around on the deck, weapons brandished. Their eyes were pointed in his direction, or more precisely, at the man beside him, who swirled his glass gently and took another sip. Voice light in the way dangerous people kept it to let people know they were enjoying themselves, he asked, "Do you happen to have more of this on this yacht?"

Crowley cleared his throat and answered as calmly as his quickened pulse would let him, "I, I believe so."

"Excellent!" Placing a hand on the small of Crowley's back, he took a step forward, pushing him along. "Now," the pirate said cheerily, lightly pulling his jacket to primly fix it. "I have several announcements. You've been boarded by Eden so consider yourselves under new management."

Crowley didn't know it could but somehow the atmosphere grew thicker with tension. The complexion of the crew especially bleached. Crowley had heard of them—the Eden. He had heard tales from seafarers and such while they were at port. Many, many tales. Frankly, Crowley hadn't been paying attention to any of them, but he reckoned any ship with half as many tales as this one couldn't possibly be good news.

Interlocking his fingers over his belly, the pirate captain went on, "If I see a single silly move, it's off with your head immediately, you understand? I hereby demand you to hand over, well, everything that is valuable. Captain's orders."

Some people immediately began to strip themselves of their jewels and watches while others stayed frozen, like deers caught in headlights. Some of the service crew were huddled together in a corner, and the pirates approached them. Crowley never liked the bunch much, but he kind of wished he was standing there with them. Perhaps huddle together like little ducklings, all wearing the same white-top-black-bottom coat, feeling the safety in numbers, in blending in with one another. Instead, he was stuck standing right beside the pirate captain, still diligently and stupidly carrying the ridiculous serving tray.

Speak of the devil. “Ah, yes,” he said. “And some of that alcohol as well.” He turned to face Crowley with a smile. Upon laying eyes on the waiter's face, however, his eyebrows rose with interest. “How odd. Why are you wearing sunglasses at night?”

He swallowed. “Eye condition. Coloboma.”

The pirate stepped closer and Crowley instinctively leaned away. “Is that so? I believe I've read about that term before," he said. Slowly and deliberately, he pinched the pair of shades and slid it off.

Pale blue eyes connected with Crowley's and his breath hitched. He was tempted to break eye contact, his already jackrabbiting heart practically galloping at this point. Without the dark lenses, it was even more obvious how unusually fair the pirate captain was. His hair was a fluffy white cloud and even the suit he wore was off-white. The wrinkles on his face deepened delightfully as he broke into a smile of fascination. He was… for the lack of a better word, beautiful.

“Slits for pupils,” the pirate said. “And the colour, my, it's practically golden, isn't it? Almost like a snake's.”

"Or so I've heard as well," Crowley bit out.

"They're absolutely gorgeous."

"Wha…?" Blinking, he broke eye contact and gazed sideward.

"Has no one ever told you?" the pirate said, bending to meet Crowley's gaze again.

Gulping, Crowley shook his head. His cheeks felt strangely warm.

There was a sparkle in the pirate captain's eyes as he gently folded the sunglasses and slipped it into the pocket of Crowley's white suit jacket. With a smile, he patted the securely placed pair of shades. Then, he grabbed the serving tray that Crowley was still carrying and carelessly tossed it backwards. The earth-shattering clatter and the shattering of wine glasses made many of the yacht passengers scream in terror. By some miracle, Crowley merely flinched and quickly returned to his ramrod straight position, hands tightly clenched by his sides.

With a satisfied nod, the pirate captain released his jaw. Then, at last, he pulled out of Crowley's personal space, but only to command, "I wish to be shown where the alcohol is kept."

Stiffly, Crowley nodded and the pirate captain waved a couple other goons to follow along. As Crowley shuffled through the kitchen, he'd be lying if he said that the idea of grabbing a knife from the counter to stab someone and bolting didn't cross his mind at all. But he quickly kicked it to the ground. Numbers were not in his favour, and these were pirates for god's sake; they'd probably slit his throat open faster than he could pick up a blade. So instead, he opened the cooler and cold air rushed out to greet them, sending shivers through Crowley. One of the goons let out a low whistle at the sight.

"This is quite the trove. Do the bourgeoisie plan to drink themselves to death?" the captain remarked.

"Much as I hope they do, they drink less than half of what they stock up. It's to show off for the most part," Crowley muttered.

With a hum, the pirate captain sauntered in and lifted a bottle to inspect it. His jaw dropped dramatically at the label. "We are taking all of this, for sure. Now, chop chop!" He clapped his free hand against his wrist.

The pirate goons pushed past Crowley and grabbed two crates each before hauling them out. Crowley, the lanky dude that he was, could only manage one anyway and, thankfully, that was all that was left. He could feel the captain's stare at the back of his head and tried to convince his brain to ignore it. He followed the goons up to the deck and his eyes widened.

She was quite the beauty, even Crowley who was no expert at ships could tell that. A short distance away, the Eden loomed over the yacht, its flag raised high and proud upon the mast. A real pirate ship.

The footsteps of the pirate captain caught up with Crowley and he ducked his head and. Then, he quickened his pace as best as he could with trembling limbs and sweaty palms

Astern of the luxury yacht, speedboats were tied, and there were several people already dropping their plunder off. As Crowley’s crate was taken from him to be transported, he noticed hostages being shoved onto the speedboat and some were kids.

His stomach lurched at the sight.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. He needed to get out of this. Somehow.

His heart's rapid palpitation reached his throat. He took his sunglasses out of his jacket pocket and slid it back on to still his nerves. As casually as possible, he tried to turn and slink away. He’d say he was doing a pretty good job at it since he nearly slipped round the corner.

“Where are you going, Mr Waiter?”

Crowley froze. Taking in a deep breath, he spun around with a schooled expression.

The pirate captain was looking at him with an almost cherub-like smile. He ambled over before removing Crowley's sunglasses and studied Crowley's eyes once more. "They really are gorgeous," he whispered, placing his fingers over Crowley's jaw and tilting his head this way and that, as though to watch it catch the light. "Like jewels. Precious."

Crowley shivered.

"You're a smart boy. I'm sure you know by now my feelings towards objects of high value."

"You're not going to… gouge 'em out or something, right?"

"I quite like the head they're attached to as well actually."

"So you're…" Crowley swallowed around the lump high in his throat. "You're beheading me?"

The pirate sighed loudly and rolled his eyes before pursing his lips with displeasure. "How do you feel about joining my crew?"

Crowley's eyes widened so much, he was surprised they didn't pop right out of their sockets like marbles. "I… uh… what's the job description?"

It was the pirate's turn to be surprised. His eyebrows raised and his lips parted. "I haven't actually thought about it. Perhaps the odd job here and there while you learn the ropes," he replied. "Unless you have any suggestions."

Crowley blinked. The pirate captain looked at him expectantly. "Uh. 't hurts without it," he said, which wasn't a lie anyway. "Glasses."

"My apologies," the pirate said. To Crowley's relief, he returned the pair of shades back to the bridge of his nose. "It is a downright pity."

"Not many feel that way. I've been called the devil more times than I can count. Even had salt thrown at me once."

"Oh, I can imagine." The pirate laughed, a surprisingly genuine one.

"Don't your lot disapprove of," he scrunched his nose as he searched for the words, "demonic things."

"Ah. Yes, pirates are terribly superstitious. It's the sea, I believe." He gazed outwards.

Crowley followed his gaze to look at the dark waves, rocking the yacht, a constant reminder of water's presence and prowess.

The pirate continued, "She's a fickle beast that rears her head every now and again. She can be very difficult to appease, and the creatures that lurk within her even more so. It'd be amusing, I think, to see what tales other ships might spin about you."

"So I'll be the freak show?"

"A lovely addition to the freak show, my dear," the pirate corrected. "We're quite the menagerie. We have a witch, the antichrist and his merry band—"

"The antichrist?" Crowley repeated in disbelief.

"We're still working that out," the captain replied. "And of course there is myself. Well," he fixed his cap and pulled his jacket, "a bit unusual, aren't I?"

Glancing him up and down, Crowley nodded. If he had seen this man walking down the streets today, the first word that would probably pop up in his mind might be "time traveler" (yes, he knew that those were two words but let's not worry over the technicalities). He wore a lovely light suit that looked like it belonged in the early 20th century at least. Perhaps he'd even think "angel", what with the man bearing the face of a cherub. He looked fluffy, white and roundish. Sort of like a polar bear. He looked nothing like a pirate, which was probably what made him feel so intimidating. Upon further thought though, polar bears could be quite the menace, couldn't they?

Clearing his throat, Crowley held out a hand. "Well, I have been planning on resigning from my current job," he said. "Could do with a career change."

"I'm Aziraphale Fell. And how may I address you?"

"That's a mouthful. Crowley. Anthony J Crowley."

The pirate frowned. "What does the J stand for?"

He shrugged. "Uhhhh… Just a J, really. So we have a deal?" He raised his eyebrows in a silent inquiry.

"A deal with the devil," Aziraphale said, glancing skyward as they shook on it. "I wonder what my mother would say about that." When he glanced back down, he frowned. "Oh, your poor sleeves."

Crowley looked down as well. The once pristine white sleeves were streaked with black.

"Was it the crate? It really is a pity, you look quite dashing in white," Aziraphale said, running a finger along the inside of the sleeve.

Crowley shivered.

Of course, there was no way Aziraphale did not notice it, hand tightly grasped around his. "Though I do suppose you'd look dashing in anything." He smiled and added, "Or nothing at all."

#ineffable partners #ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #pirate au #white suit crowley #fanfic #my writing #*shrugs* i have no idea

[thewolfswriting]

The Dangers Of A Demon Chapter 3

Pairings: Demon Alpha!Dean x Katarina Morgan (Omega OC)

Word count: 2,009

Chapter Warnings: Profanity, Scent Marking, Knotting, Loss of Virginity, Dub-con, Non-consensual claiming 18+ content just don’t read if you’re under the age of 18

Taglist: @charmed-asylum

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

With a snarl, Dean kicked the cabin door open so hard it bounced off the wall. Even though he told the Omega to shut up, she still screamed at him the whole way back. He kicked the door shut behind him before throwing her to the floor with a thud. With tears flowing down her face she crawled backward until her back pressed against the nightstand. The fear grew more within her when he picked up the knife from the floor.

"Did you really think you could fucking escape?! He yelled while taking a fistful of her hair and pointing the knife at her face "Where the hell do you think you were going?!"

"I was trying to get away from you!" She all but yelled eyeballing the sharp object that's uncomfortably close to her face.

"You're not going anywhere until I decide when I'm gonna kill you. Understand?!"

She sobbed "Y-yes."

"Good. Now, get back up on that fucking bed and stay there." He pointed towards the bed with the knife still in hand.

Not wanting to piss him off even more she didn't hesitate to do what she was told. His eyes had even stayed black the whole time.

Keeping his eyes on her Dean growled at the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket. She let out a sigh of relief once his attention wasn't directed towards her, but to the person he was currently on the phone with.

"What do you want Crowley?" Dean barked into the phone.

"Is it done?"

"I'm working on it."

"It's been 3 days Dean. You never drag out a kill. Get it done or I'll send someone who will."

"The job will get done but on my terms. Send anyone else and they'll be dead too!" Dean yelled the last sentence before hanging up not giving Crowley the chance to answer. If Crowley knew what was good for him, he would take what Dean said seriously.

"Who was that?" Katarina asked in a hushed tone like she was afraid he'd yell at her for asking.

At this point, the demon didn't care she heard the whole conversation "Don't worry about it."

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"We still haven't found her sheriff." One of the deputies said with a tone of sympathy.

He had to be careful to not give it away that he's looking for Katarina and because of that, only two of his deputies know she's missing. The only evidence they found was her footprints in the snow that led to her mother's grave. But Dean was careful to make sure nothing else of hers was left behind the night he took her.

"Keep looking. I want my daughter found safe and alive." Sheriff Morgan sighed. So nobody grew suspicious he had to hide the fact he knows who has his Omega of a daughter. Even worse, he's hiding that those three Omega's that were missing are now dead. All for the sake of an attempt to keep his daughter safe

"I'll find you. I promise." He muttered while gazing at the picture of his daughter on his desk.

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Dean returned to the cabin carrying a few logs of wood before he sat down on the stool to start a fire in the fireplace. Not one word did Dean had said to her since the situation that took place earlier that evening. Every time she heard the swing of Dean's ax hit the wood, she flinched thinking if he would kill her that way.

Katarina's shivering soon calmed down once the heat of the fire finally warmed the cabin. She buried her face against the blanket as she hugged it closer to her body and made a sound she's never made before. Realizing she just purred she sniffed the blanket. That's when it hit her. The blanket, the entire bed smells like Dean. She hoped with everything in her the Alpha across the room didn't hear the noise she once again just made. To her, that would be embarrassing given she's never had an Alpha touch her let alone have a heat yet. She only hoped having an Alpha this close to her wouldn't trigger her heat.

Relaxing enough she closed her eyes, finally falling asleep only minutes after.

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It was hours later when she awoke covered in a sheet of her own sweat. She looked at the fireplace which was still burning. She removed her jacket from her shoulders and three the blanket off, thinking maybe she got too hot from the heat of the fire and all the other layers on her. But then she smelled it, her own scent thick in the air of the cabin. Then she felt it, a cramp in her lower belly striking through her. Oh, no. So much for hoping.

"You're in heat."

She jumped as Dean pulled her closer to him. Gripping her jaw he holds her head in place as he, with golden eyes ran his nose along the side of her neck and let his hands roam either side of her body "Y-you knew this would h-happen." She went stiff as he pressed his hips forward against her ass and could feel the hardness of his cock straining against the demon fabric of his jeans.

He chuckled at her words while bringing his hand to the front of her jeans and popped the button and sliding two fingers in the waistband. The arousal pooled in her panties as soon as his fingers came in contact against hot, slick flesh. She bit her lip to keep any type of noise in from the fingers on her virgin cunt.

"Oh, you're damn right I did." His eyes flashed golden "And from the way you smell right now, I'm guessing you've never had an Alpha touch you or even have a knot in you. Now, that's gonna change."

The only response he got was a whimper of pain as another cramp shot through her. She knew this day would come, she knew what to expect, but she didn't expect was her heat to come like this. Triggered by a demon who happens to be an Alpha.

"Gonna make you feel good, Omega."

Dean flipped her on her back and ripped her shirt over her head before claiming her mouth with his. He took the liberty of palming her breasts through her plain white bra before taking it in his hands and ripping it from her chest. The demon was quick to capture her wrists in his hands to prevent her from covering herself.

While squeezing her breasts in his hands his eyes divert to her chest "Fuck, these tits are perfect, 'mega." His thumbs grazed across her aching nipples "Fit just right in my hands."

The Omega closed her eyes as he then smoothed a hand down her stomach to drag her jeans and panties down her legs. Holding her breath he pried her legs open while laying down on his stomach and slinging her legs over his shoulders. Her eyes snapped open once she felt the stubble on his face drag along her inner thigh and his breath ghosting over her mound and his tongue swiping up her slit.

"What are you doing?" She tried to close her legs around Dean's head.

"What's it look like 'mega?" He chuckled against her "Your cunt is just begging to be touched."

The shade of red that washed over her face was just a confirmation of his statement. It didn't matter how much Katarina wanted to deny it, her pussy was drenched from her arousal.

The tip of his nose nudged her clit as his tongue delved between her folds and brushed against her opening. Shame washed over her when her hips involuntarily bucked against his face and whimpered in pleasure. Not once had she ever thought about having an Alpha's face between her legs.

Dean was moaning against her sex and her face turned a deeper shade of red when he pulled back and moaned things like "your taste is intoxicating". But he always leaned back in and continued his actions.

Two rough fingers circled her tight entrance. It was almost like Dean could read her thoughts about protesting as he snaked a hand up her body and wrapped it around her throat as a warning "Come on 'mega" He licked her clit once "Open up for me." Twice.

Finally, he slid his two thick digits inside her. In an attempt to open her up more, he scissored them inside her, earning a gasp from the slight stretch.

"Oh, fuck." The Omega whimpered as Dean curled his fingers at the spot deep inside her.

"Yeah, there we go." He mumbled before continuing his assault on her clit.

It wasn't long until she became a writhing, screaming mess, her orgasm flooding through her body.

"Dean, please stop." She whimpered as he continued to finger and lick her through her orgasm.

Pulling away from her, Dean sat up on his knees and flipped her over on her stomach "Face down, ass up. Now."

It was out of pure Omega instinct that she did what she was told and she hated herself for it because she knew what was coming. She tried to crawl away as Dean removed his clothes but he only grabbed her hips and pulled her back into place before positioning himself behind her.

Before she could turn her head to look behind her he shoved her face to the mattress "It's better you don't see this 'mega." He rutted between her folds and spread her slick over his cock.

She fisted the blanket with tears in her eyes as the head of his cock pushes against her quivering heat and that's when he felt the resistance. She didn't say a word. The only sound she made was a whimper of horror as he struggled to push the first inch inside her and beads of sweat started to form on his skin.

"Please wait! Dean, I can't. It hurts!" She wailed at him when he rutted in another two inches. She felt like he was splitting her in two.

He was starting to lose patience with her "Oh, I know it does. But you're gonna take my cock like the submissive Omega you are. You wanna know what happens if you don't?" He snarled at her.

"You'll hurt me?"

"That is right. Now shut the hell up and take it like a good little Omega!"

The hands that gripped her hips tightened to keep her still as he attempted to again push forward but stilled his movement when her walls gripped him. At that moment his patience might as well just disintegrated. Snarling he slammed himself completely inside her. The glass-shattering scream from Katarina's throat echoed throughout the cabin but was soon silenced the moment Dean leaned over and clamped a hand over her mouth.

By testing her he rocked his hips forward, eliciting a whimper of pain from the girl. Slightly he pulled out only to slam himself back into her. She sobbed into the blanket with each drag of his cock against her. At first, he went slow, but with each time she involuntarily clenched his thrusts became faster and harder.

She wondered how bad it would've gone if she had fought him on it. But then again, she didn't have to wonder. Even though he hurt her anyway, it could've been worse.

"Gonna knot you little 'mega." His voice was suddenly deeper.

The words she just heard didn't fully register until she felt it at the base of him and her eyes grew wide. His knot was starting to swell. As he still pounded into her he dragged her up against his chest. He pulled back only to snap his hips forward and with one hard thrust, he forced his knot inside her. As thick ropes of cum filled her womb he licked a line from her shoulder to her neck before sinking his teeth deep in her neck.

"My Omega." Was the last thing she heard before closing her eyes.

#supernatural #alpha/omega #demon!dean winchester #demon!dean #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x original female character #alpha!dean winchester #alpha dean winchester

[jinxthequeergirl]

Not the villain (pt.2)

Crowley x reader

Summary: you set out to get to know Crowley more while he attempts to follow through with his plan but you make it difficult for him

Warning: none

(not my gifs)

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You had lead Aziraphale to a pair of large doors that sat at the end of the hall that came of the the throne room.

"Alright now I need you to know I worked very hard on this just for you."

"Ok.."

"Now I took what you told me about you loving books and wanting your book shop so on and what have you-"

Aziraphale looked at you with an arched eyebrow and anticipated look.

"Alright well in any event I'll get on with it." you turned and pushed the two large doors opened and lead him inside. "Aziraphale my friend, my faithful companon, my guardian I give to you your very own library!"

You stepped aside presenting the large room with shelfs upon shelves filled with books. Aziraphale stared in awe as he followed you in.

"Now this library has been in the family for years! I just added a few things."

Aziraphale had been sent as your guardian for well over a week now he helped with a lot of things and put up with a lot of things. So you wanted to thank him in advance dealing with it now and in the future.

You guided him through the library showing him things you added to make it more fitting.

"I had a few of my men get a new seating arrangment I thought matched you better.. Oh! And..." you ran across the large room to a shelf where a latter leaned against it. You stepped up and pushed yourself to slide across the room. Until you stopped at an opening to another leavel of the library. "If you will so kindly follow me you will find not just more books but! Your very own bedroom!"

The second leave did in fact have more books but off to the side right under one of the large Windows was a bed, wardrobe, chairs all set up.

"Oh...y/n There was no need for this at all! The room I'm staying in is more than enough!..."

"Please don't be so modest Aziraphale! How else was I supposed to thank you?"

He smiled and walked over to the near arrangement and you followed. "Well...what do you think? You like it I hope?"

"I do my lady..thank you very much!"

You grinned and walked over to a chair sittinging in it with your legs draped over one of the arm rests.

"Good. Now I've been meaning to ask you something.."

Aziraphale was already pulling books from there respective place on the shelves and admiring them. "Yes?"

"Tell me about your friend Crowley...there's something about him that's was very-"

"You will stay away from him!" he snapped causing you to jump. Forgive me but... during these hard times with your father in bed an army not ready to be comanded by you who knows what he might pull!"

You sat up intreuged. "I thought you said he was a friend?"

"He is."

"Well then why do you speak of him so illy? Has he wronged you? Is he really that dangerous? OH! Is he a sourcer who's not to be trusted because just like in the stories he's sent to curse me?"

"What? no! that...that's ridicules!"

"Then tell me why stay away? Why won't you talk to me about him?" You had gotten up and crossed the room to him now. "He's...he's done some not very good things in the past...and I wouldn't trust him."

"He could be a changed man."

"Perhaps.... but not now." you frowened deeply. "Alright well then...you ought to make me warry of places I might happen to stumble upon him...you know for my saftey." you smiled sweetly at him as he thought for a moment knowing your plan had worked. "Well stay away from that castle on the outskirts of town...that looks like a place He would hide out...and any pubs-"

"Lady y/n!?" both of you ran to the railing and looked over it seeing a maid.

"Yes?"

"Are you aware of the time? Either of ya?"

Aziraphale gasped as he spotted the time on the grandfather clock in his new room. "Good heavens you should be asleep by now!"

"Aziraphale I'm not a child I do Not need a bed time!"

"You do when you've got plans arranged for tomorrow. Hurry up off to bed with you!" Aziraphale quickly ushered you down the latter.

"Alright I'm going!" you slid down the latter and followed the maid out of the library and too your room.

As soon as your room door was shut you locked it and ran around your room gathering a few things before pushing open your window and tossing a rope from it. You grabbed your lanttern and began the climb down the rope to head to the stables.

Meanwhile Crowley sat distraught on the throne in the old dark and dank castle. He finally sat up in the chair and snapped his fingers lighting the rows of candels lining the wall's. The castle had been abandoned for years leaving it in awful shape.

He had checked and all the rooms where still intact for the most part as of the former owner just vanished along with the staff.

He stood up from the chair and walked through the castle coming across and old shattered mirror. "What happened to you? You used to be good at this stuff." Crowley examined himself in the thousands of fragmented pecies sadly pulling his shaded off to look at his yellow eyes.

"Crowley!" he jumped back from the mirror as another less than pleasent to look at demon made an appearance in the mirror. "Haster!? What are you doing here?"

"I'm calling to check and see that you finished the job?"

"No....not yet...but I'm getting there! It isn't easie killing a princess you know!"

Haster frowned. "If you don't do it soon some one will be forced to take over the job for you!" and just like that the reflection melted back to his own. Crowley growled and kicked the mirror causing shards to fall to the floor.

He slid his shades back as he storemed out to the garden at the front of the castle. Which was probably the best looking part it the entire place. And the only thing Crowley cared about taking care of.

Besides a few over grown vines and weeds here and there.it was absolutely beautiful. Stone paths separated different patched of plants, marble benches sat in between a few of the plant arrangments and on the other end sat a gazebo which had lights strung up on it's railing leading down the step and into the other thousands of lanterns that lit up the stone paths.

Crowley sighed sitting on a bench looking at one of the many over grown flowers that had climbed it's way into the bench. "You don't understand...she had these big beautiful eyes..." He brushed one of the petals with his finger and continued. "They where filled with excitement! And-" he groned and got up quickly. "How is it a girl stopped me!?...I need to figure this out!"

"I believe I hear a damsel in distress." Crowley stopped and turned towards the gate's where you had entered holding your lantern up illuminating your face. "Perhaps I may be of assistance?"

"Princess Y/n? What brings you here? And in the dead of night?"

"I am queen I have the right to go where I please do I not? Besides I got curiouse about you sir Crowley."

He smirked. "You do know what curiousity did to the cat right?"

"Lucky thing they have more than just the one life."

"I suppose it is a lucky thing." you pulled your hood of a smiled. "You have a wonderful garden here...could use some tending too. Crolwey watched you carefully as you admired a rose Bush.

He could do it now he thought. Aziraphale wasn't with you, You where distracted no one not a soul would know. Instead he plucked a lilac from it's stem and sat next to you offering it to you.

"Oh thank you!" you took it turning it over in your hand. "Now tell me again your higness why go out of your way this evening to find me? Have I really made such a lasting impression on you?"

He flashed you a charming yet hopeful grin You in turn rolled your eyes. "No I'm afraid to inform you that you where not as charming as you be live...actually I wanted to know more about you...Aziraphale told me you two are...where? Friends-"

"We are."

"Then not very good ones if he wants me to stay away from you."

Crowley frowned. "He said that?" you nodded. "I mean you don't plan on cursing me do you?"

He stopped and looked at you with a serious menacing look. "If I did I wouldn't tell you now would I?"

You hummed. "I suppose not..." you both looked at each other before laughing about it a bit.

"Crowley...sir-"

"No no it's alright call me Crowley."

"Fair enough you may call me y/n No princess bussnies...but I do really want to know what happened between you and Aziraphale."

He stopped and thought for a moment. He couldn't just come out and say. "Oh well you see my lady I'm actually a demon and well your guardian there is an Angel."

No so instead he thought something up quickly.

"Well me and Aziraphale where knights at one point...and during that we where fourced to separate sides I was fourced to do things I'm not exactly proud of or wanted to do...and Aziraphale had other holyer than thou duties to fufill....so We sorta just separated."

You frowned. "Well...maybe...What if! I convinced Aziraphale you aren't bad! You can be trusted! Then you'd have your best friend back...not to mention me!"

"Thank you but no thank you." He got up and started heading back into the castle. "Come on!" you stood up and followed him.

He stoped outside of the doors and looked at you. The idea that he could get close enough to you and earn back Aziraphale trust just enough to finish the job was the only reason he said. "Alright fine I'll let you try."

You lit up and something in Crowley fluttered upon seeing you so excited.

"And I know just how to do it!"

"Oh really?" he steped inside and you followed. "My coronation is coming up. You should be there! Give you the chance to prove you aren't evil like he believe's!"

"Tell me something y/n why do you care?"

In all honesty you wheren't sure why you cared. There was something about him that intreged you. "Consider it a thank you for the other day."

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#crowley x reader #good omens x reader

[olivyh]

Into Wonderland Chapter Five: Pomefiore part One

TW: Violence and descriptions of death

Mc coughs and sputters, sand flying out of their mouth and landing on the soft grass in front of them. They gag as they spit more and more out of their mouth, recoiling at the foul taste it left in their mouth. 

"That..." They groan. "Was the worst one yet. He had good intentions, but..." They trail off when they hear a soft lullaby in the distance. Mc looks at the woods around them, then their eyes trail up the massive castle they woke up in front of. The old stone is cleaned to perfection, the large stained glass windows reflecting the bright sunlight and casting colorful shadows across the small garden they stand in. Even the vines seem to spiral up the walls and the flowers attached to them seem to blossom perfectly, not a single petal wilting or discolored. 

The voice continues to sing, the soft song turning into a melancholy one as Mc creeps through the garden, running their hand along the smooth stone. They turn and see a small boy, his delicate face twisted into a sad smile as he sings into an old wishing well. Despite his clothes being tattered and worn, his soft features remind Mc of a cherub, with his light brown eyes reflecting the water down below, dark hair contracting with his pale skin that sparkles in the sun. 

He was the prettiest boy Mc had ever seen. 

Turning the corner, they lightly call out to him. "U-uhm, hello!" They boy jumps up, face flushing a light pink before he smiles fondly at them.

"Oh, hello!" He slowly walks up to them, bowing his head slightly. He stares up at them with his doe-like eyes, making them stammer as something moves in the woods out of the corner of their eye. They jolt and look over, only to see the same forest that had always been there. Taking a shaky sigh, they decide to try to talk to the boy again. 

"Your voice is very nice to listen to..." They compliment. The boy beams. 

"You think so? That's so good to hear!" He chirps happily. The birds in the garden seem to mimic him with their own chirps, circling around the boy happily. "You look lost, though. Is something the matter?"

Mc smiles and nods. "Yes, I've actually been trying to find my way home for quite some time now-"

"Oh! I can help you with that!" They boy grabs their hands and leads them past the wishing well, pushing the heavy wooden door open and leading them through the castle. They stare at the various paintings on the walls. Flowers, vast, empty fields, sparkling gemstones. They pause when they see a painting of a regal looking man, his purple eyes staring down at the duo sharply, corners of his perfectly painted lips quirked up in a smile that would be friendly, if it weren't for the way the rest of his face appeared scrutinizing. They boy noticed their stares and smiled, pulling their hand and pointing up at the man. 

"He's very beautiful, isn't he?" Mc nods in agreement. "That's my stepbrother, Vil Schoenheit. He's been running this house since our parents both..." He trails off, lip quivering. Mc tries to comfort him by rubbing his shoulder. He smiles up at them and continues to leads them through the hallway. 

"Oh! I never told you my name!" He turns to them and ducks his head in another bow. "I'm Neige LeBlanche!"

"Mc Crowley," They smile at him. He nods and continues to lead them until they're stopped by a tall man wearing a large, wide brimmed hat. He smiles down at Mc, placing a hand over his heart and kneeling down. He smiles up at them widely, bright green eyes making them wary of the man's actions. 

"Pardon, dear guest," He turns back to Neige and smiles at the boy. "Ma reine requested assistance in preparing his robes for the meeting with the nobles tomorrow."

"Ah, right," They boy nods. "Uhm, Rook?"

"Hm?"

"Could you please help Mc here try to find their way home? I was just bringing them to Vil to see if he had anything-"

"Why of course!" The man exclaims rather loudly, making Mc shrink back a bit. He turns to Mc as Neige prances away. "Now if you'd follow me, mon petit oiseau."

Mc nods and scampers close behind the man, who's long strides make it difficult for them to follow. He leads them deeper into the castle, where the sunlight struggles to reach and the once welcoming stone interior feels cold and distant. They turn the corner and Mc notices a soft yellow light shining under a large oak door, followed by swearing and the sound of a mirror shattering. Rook freezes, holding his hand out to the side to stop them. 

They look up at him as he places a gloved finger over his mouth and motions for them to stay where they are. They gulp and nod, anxiety clawing at their chest as the man enters the room. Mc peeks around the corner, struggling to see through the small crack the man had left in the door. There stands the same man from the painting, except this time his perfect makeup is smudged across his eye as he takes deep, steadying breaths. His long purple robes sweep the floor  as he strides over to a large vanity, frustratedly running his fingers over the smudges and fixing it up in the large mirror. 

"Ma reine, whatever is troubling you?" Rook stands behind the man, delicately fixing the long braids that had come loose in the back on his head. The man continues to fume again, hands shaking as he slowly puts down the lipstick he was ready to apply. 

"My hunter-" The man begins, turning in his plush chair. "I need you to kill the boy." Mc covers their mouth with their hands, fear rising in their chest.

"Whatever for, mon chéri?"

"The mirror had said it again- I cannot let him beat me once more." He says simply. "I need you to end it here."

"Hear my pleas, I beg of you," The blonde tries to stand in front of the beautiful man, who scowls at him. "Can't you just lock him away? Why must you end his life so soon?"

"It would do no good for him to keep him in that kind of misery," Mc feels their eyes start to water a bit as they imagine the kind boy stuck in a cold dungeon, or his body laying cold in a coffin. "I cannot allow him to live the life I had until now, Rook."

"That is why you must end it now."

The man tips his hat again, emerald eyes turns towards and ground and lips twitching into a frown. 

"Of course, ma reine." He leaves the room and closes the door behind him with a soft thud, grabbing Mc's arm rather harshly and dragging them along in silence. They wince as the pressure becomes almost too much to bear and they try to pull it back. 

"Rook, please!" They yank their arm back, making the man freeze. He stares at them apologetically, ducking his head. 

"My apologies," He says, once bright voice hollow. 

"Rook, you don't have to do this! There had to be another way!" They almost beg. "We can- we-" They stutter, waving their arms around. "He-"

Rook's eyes light up and he grabs both their shoulders in his hands, holding them out in front of them, a relieved smile crossing his face. 

"That's it!" He cheers, rather loudly. Mc freezes, hoping they were far enough from Vil that he didn't hear it. "I'm begging you- take the boy and run into the woods..." He kneels in front of them, grasping their hands in his. "Take him as far as possible and never come back, keep him safe-"

Mc stammers and tries to get him to stand, pulling at his robes and trying to hoist him up. "O-of course! But..." They pause. "Will you be okay? What if Vil finds out?"

The hunter shakes his head. "What he will do to me doesn't hold a candle to what that poor boy would have been put through, so please, as fast as possible-" The man grabs them and leads them to a more desolate a run down part of the castle, pushing them into a small bedroom. 

Neige jumps and smiles at them, standing up from his position on the floor. Mc gulps and feels a bead of sweat form on their forehead as they grab the confused boy's hands and pull him up, stammering. 

"Neige, we need to go!" They grab a small bag that sits at the foot of his bed and hands it out to him. "You're in danger, so please, come with me!"

"In danger?" The boy yelps. "W-what about Vil? Is he okay?"

"Yes! Yes!" They push him to pack what little things he owned, throwing whatever food they could find into a separate bag. "Rook is taking care of him." Their voice breaks as they grab the boys hand and sprint out the castle, bags in hand. They jump over roots and under pathways, experience from the Savanah kicking in. Thankfully, all those hunting expeditions improved their endurance greatly. 

Neige on the other hand is panting and gasping for air by the time they finally settle down. He collapses to the ground, hands shaking as he chokes and coughs into his hand, face flushed and sweat drenching his dirty clothes. Mc hands him a flask of water they'd collected from a nearby stream and he gulps it down greedily, hands shaking too badly to hold it straight to his mouth. 

The forest around them is dark, and they hear all sorts of odd sounds coming from the trees above them. The boy seems to notice this, curling into himself and shaking. 

Mc climbs a nearby tree, scanning the forest for a place they could set up camp. They see a pillar of smoke rise in the distance and climb back down, seeing the boy's unconscious form slumped against an old stump, water canister spilling out onto the ground. 

"Neige?!" They yelp, reaching for the boy's shoulders and shaking him. He wakes with a gasp, features softening when he realizes that it was only them. He tries to sit up but his legs give out under him, too weak to stand on their own. 

"How much farther?" He whispers, voice shaking.

"Not too much. There's a house nearby we can stay in for the night-" The boy nods and, with Mc's help, stands, leaning against them for support. They hobble over to the cabin, deciding to open the door and sneak in after nobody answered their heavy knocks. They sit Neige down on a wooden chair, wetting a washcloth and handing it to him before getting another for themselves. 

They look over to see the now sleeping boy curled up across the length of all the small beds, taking up half of them despite being in a ball. 

Mc reaches over and lays on their side, back to back with the boy as they let exhaustion take over, eyelids heavy as they let sleep take them.

I’m linking the other parts here since for some reason it’s not letting me link them in the masterlist!

#pomefiore #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland headcannons #epel felmier #rook hunt #neige leblanche #vil schoenheit

[nyctolovian]

Oh my goodness! My first Good Omens fic!! I finally did it! So yeah uhhhh enjoy this weird thing

Summary: A pair of wedding rings had somehow come into Crowley’s possession (it was purchased) and she decides she might as well do a marriage proposal while she’s at it.

It was an entirely human concept—marriage, that is. If anything, this was an attempt at blending in. They were already so often mistaken as a married couple. They might as well play the part. So yep, the pair of rings Crowley bought was a front. All to fool any onlookers and play the role they have already been assigned to by the humans.

Surely, Aziraphale would understand.

Or at least, that’s what Crowley told herself as she sat in her Bentley, practically bouncing in her seat with nervous energy. It was a lazy Tuesday afternoon, many months after the Not-pocalypse.

No angel nor demon had ever bothered them since and the two have settled back into their previous lives before being so rudely interrupted by plans for war. Perhaps “settled back ” was the wrong term because it had felt more like coming home for the first time, shucking off a stiff coat they’ve been wearing all this while and flinging it onto the coat hanger at the end of a terribly long day.

They were finally able to simply be without worrying about how they should take their next breath. No need to think or overthink.

So it was no surprise that between spotting a lovely pair of rings, and envisioning slipping them on (one on a spindly, nail-bitten finger and the other on a plump, manicured finger), Crowley found herself outside the angel’s bookshop with the pair in her pocket. Completely without proper thought, on autodrive, drunk on serendipity.

After all, it was a well-known fact that while Crowley was brilliant at coming up with ideas, she was godawful at thinking them through.

Gingerly, Crowley fished the pair of rings out of her pocket. Crowley couldn’t be blamed for her impulsiveness. They really were quite gorgeous. Perfect for them even.

Crowley collapsed further into the driver’s seat with an aggravated sigh. Oh, who was she trying to kid? This was most definitely a selfish romantic gesture that bordered on possessiveness. Unbecoming of a demon, really. Or perhaps rather appropriate given that greed was a sin. Not that anyone was keeping track of her demonic work anymore.

But what would Aziraphale say?

Somewhere between the not-pocalypse and present day, they had silently settled into a romantic relationship. The Day After The End, something—some sort of clear dividing line between the two of them—dissolved. And somewhere between then and now, they had settled into a romantic relationship. The tipping point was not clear but where they’ve landed was immensely so. A result of literal thousands of years dancing around each other in overly complex rituals and choreography for fear of being caught red-handed. It was difficult shaking off certain habits, and the two still found safety in playing out their usual game of implications and knowing glances so it simply continued past the need for it.

These rings however… Quite frankly, it would utterly shatter their defensive veil of pretense and dance. The nature of the relationship would be out in the open, and that wasn’t even getting to the fact that the rings were a direct request for something more; greedy demon that Crowley was.

With a noise between a groan and a growl, Crowley grabbed the box of cheesecake in her passenger seat, threw the car door open and sauntered to the bookshop with conviction.

“Hiya, Angel!” she said as the door to the bookshop swung open at the snap of her fingers.

A rather exasperated Aziraphale was attending to a red-faced young lady, who clutched an ancient-looking book in her hands. The corners of his eyes, however, wrinkled with delight at Crowley’s voice and he spun around, hands clutched together in front of his belly. “Oh, Crowley! I didn’t know you were coming!” he said. “I love it when you tie your hair up like that. It’s very lovely.”

“You say that no matter what I do to my hair,” Crowley muttered. She felt a blush grow on her cheeks nonetheless.

“That’s because it’s always true,” he replied. Primly, he turned back to the agitated lady and said, “I’m afraid we will have to close shop this instant. Seeing that we cannot come to an agreement, I’m afraid I cannot sell you this book.” He slid the book right out of her hands and pushed it into the bookshelf.

“But—” The lady’s face got even redder. Crowley wondered how much blood this woman had in her to turn this shade. “Just tell me what price you’re willing to sell this for!” she yelled.

Pursing his lips in annoyance, Aziraphale said, “As I’ve said, you decide what price you’re willing to pay and I’ll decide if that’s the price I'm—”

Throwing her hands up, the lady let out a screech of frustration. “This is impossible!” she screamed as she marched towards the door, shoving past Crowley with a scowl.

“Do come back another day if you wish to re-negotiate,” Aziraphale called.

“I’m never setting foot into this bloody shop ever again!” she yelled back from the door. “Go to fucking hell!”

“I already have,” Aziraphale, the cheeky bastard, looking much too pleased with himself, replied as the lady slammed the door shut.

As he flipped the door signage to “Close”, Crowley stuck a hand in her pocket nervously. After clearing her throat lightly, she said, “Arrived at a convenient time, didn’t I?”

“Oh,” he said, “you have no idea. That lady has been badgering me for the past hour. I admire the tenacity but I’d appreciate it if she didn’t use it for acquiring my books.” With a small pout, he looked at Crowley. “Can you imagine parting with a First Edition Oscar Wilde?”

Crowley let out a grunting hum that conveyed a simultaneous sort of non-understanding and sympathy. She raised the box of cake and said, “Got several gifts.”

“Ah!” the angel said, clapping his hands together, his frown disappearing altogether. He peered into the bag before heading towards the kitchen. “Do take a seat, my dear. I have just the right tea to go with that lovely cheesecake.”

Crowley nodded stiffly and crumpled into her armchair. She shifted in her seat anxiously, unable to find a comfortable position. Where were legs supposed to go again? Surely her skinny jeans were never actually this tight. And perhaps wearing her hair in a loose bun like this was a terrible idea, too much fringe and curtains.

Before the snake demon could sort herself out, Aziraphale returned with a tray of plates and tea and slid it onto the table. With nimble fingers, he opened the box and cut out two neat slices of the cake. As soon as Crowley took his plate of cake, Aziraphale wasted no time and gently used his fork carve out a bit of the cheesecake. Crowley watched intently as he popped it between his lips and moaned around the mouthful, his eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. He slid the fork out of his mouth and his pink tongue ducked out to lick off some of the cream coating his lips. How on earth the angel could make eating practically pornographic was beyond Crowley’s comprehension, but she absorbed the view like a dehydrated sponge.

Aziraphale noticed her gaze. “This is absolutely scrumptious,” he said after swallowing.

A smile slid onto her face with ease. “Hm. ’s that so?”

Crowley proceeded to devour her slice, and then spent the rest of the hour watching Aziraphale slowly work his way through the rest of the cake.

Despite the lovely distraction, however, Crowley found her mind wandering back towards the tiny ring box in her pocket. She squirmed as the thoughts invaded her mind again, like locusts upon a field. It wasn’t too late to just let the day go by and never mention the rings. This was far too impulsive anyway. Aziraphale might not even appreciate it. Maybe Crowley would be going too fast for him again.

But, her mind also supplied, Aziraphale was the one who gave Crowley the keys to his flat above the bookshop. Not that Crowley needed it—she could always miracle her way into his flat if she needed to—but it was about the symbolism and implication. An invitation. An invitation that she took because ever since, she had only entered her flat at Mayfair to collect her belongings and settle scores with the plants.

Maybe Aziraphale wouldn’t mind. Maybe he’d be delighted. Maybe the keys to his flat were the hints. Maybe he was waiting.

But what if she was reading it all wrong? She never was good at reading, snake eyes and all. He could very well be—

“Crowley,” Aziraphale said, startling her. The plate clinked lightly as he placed it on the table. “Is there something wrong?”

“Hnk! Nothin’. Nothing’s wrong. ’s all fine. Why d'you ask?”

“Your sunglasses…”

Crowley made a punched out noise and writhed a little in her chair. “Angel, I—” Her voice snagged on her throat and her lips flapped open and close silently.

It was now or never. And never was a dreadfully long time for an immortal being.

She raised her ass off the seat so she could reach into her jean pocket and yank out the tiny box. Aziraphale’s bottom lip jutted in confusion. With a deep breath (which Crowley’s corporation frankly didn’t need), she slid off the couch, ripped off her sunglasses and dropped to her knee before opening the box.

There, neatly sat a pair of rings with identical feathered-wing designs at their open ends. Aziraphale’s name was neatly engraved on the inner curve of the silver ring and Crowley’s on the black one.

Aziraphale’s eyes widened. “Crowley,” he breathed. “You don’t mean—” Cheeks tinted pink with surprise, he leaned forward.

Crowley swallowed the uncomfortable lump in her throat. Her arm gradually lowered as she muttered, “If… it’s too much—”

“It’s not,” Aziraphale said quickly. “This–” He cleared his throat. “This is a… um… proposal, yes?”

Crowley nodded.

“Fancy that. Getting married,” Aziraphale mused, fondness dripping from his voice. “Wouldn’t it be lovely?”

Crowley let out a huff of relief and she fought against the soppy smile tugging upon her lips. She fumbled with the box and her trembling fingers were barely capable of holding the black ring. Gently, she cupped the angel’s hand. Those soft hands curled lightly over her fingers and she swore she must have been blessed or something because a shock ran down her spine.

This must be a dream, she thought giddily as she slid the ring onto his fourth finger. She glanced up to see Aziraphale’s radiant glee, a grin that wrinkled his cheeks and the corners of his eyes and spread into his temples.

No dream could match the ethereal blessing of that smile, Crowley knew. This is absolutely real.

“Humans and their little inventions, y'know?” she whispered in reverence.

“Indeed,” Aziraphale replied. “I do quite enjoy it when they do that. It can all be rather, well, exciting.”

Crowley couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “S'pose that’s one way to put it,” she mumbled.

He leaned down to pick up the ring box. The cool ticklish sensation as he slipped the silver ring onto Crowley’s finger drew the most delicious shade of rose out of her.  “Do you suppose we should have a wedding?” the angel asked.

The demon faltered, pulling back with a slight frown. She twisted in her spot, struggling for a coherent thought, before she mumbled, “Anything’s fine, honestly. As long as there are no churches involved.”

Aziraphale burst into the most pleasing belly laugh as he pulled her into a tight embrace. “Of course, my dear.”

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Not The Villain (pt.6/6) Final!

Crowley x reader

Summary: this story comes to an end but not before a few loos strings have been tied up

Warning: none

I need you all to know I hate this ending this is not the ending I had in mind but the ending I had got deleted and I couldn't remember it for the life of me so I'm so so so sorry

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They both ran up the stairs of the castle. "Y/n! Y/n!?" Crowley took lead searching every room he came across he stopped when he saw your crown thrown haphazardly on the floor. He picked it up and looked around.  "Hastur! Where is she!?"

Aziraphale stopped and stared at the end of the hall. "Crowley…"

"What!?" he snapped turning to his friend.

Aziraphale pointed at the shattered window at the end of the hall. "No…" lightning flashed in the distance as

they both ran to the window looking out.

"She's not there?"

Crowley sneered stepping away from the window and storming down the hall. "Where are you going!?"

"they can't be far."  They both made their way down to the hall room where the party continued. "Excuse me sir, care to dance?"

Crowley shook his head. "No, sorry.."

"Come on!" the lady took his hand and pulled him into the crowd.

"I'm sorry but I really have somewhere to be."

"I know." she smirked. Crowley looked at her confused then realization hit him.

"Ligur."

"How'd you guess."

Crowley eyes scanned the crowd for aziraphale who searched for him.

Crowley nodded for him to leave and Aziraphale did so. "Listen Ligur your a bad guy."

"Thank you."

"Right well I'm sorry to do this to you."

"Oi! GENTLEMEN DO I HAVE A TREAT FOR YOU!"

All the men in the room turned to face Crowley and Ligur looked at him confused. "What are you doing?"

"This lovely lady! Came all alone and need a strong man to keep her company!"

"Wait no!" men started swarming them. And Crowley quickly fled the room. As soon as he was outside your horse appeared around the corner with Aziraphale on his own.

"Here she dropped this." Aziraphale handed Crowley your sword as he climbed on to the horse.

"Thanks." they both set out on the path that leads to the castle he used to live. The rain started coming down hard as they pushed on forward. "Are you certain this is where they took her?"

"Yes. Hastur knew we could come for her." Aziraphale looked at his friend as they both made there way through the garden. "I have a plan and I need you to stay outside for it to work."

He nodded as Crowley began to instruct him.

"Hastur!"

Crowley But as Ligur pushed the front doors open. "Ligur! Is he taken care of?"

His eyes wandered to you pawed out in the throne.

"Yes..yes He is. And what to do with her?"

"Well now that crowleys out of the way for certain we can continue on with what was supposed to happen."

"Well...I think we should celebrate before we continue on!" Hastur raised an eyebrow. "Alright...I'll see what the bastard had."

Hastur wanders down the hall. He quickly ran over to you undoing the ropes around your wrist.  "Y/n? Love, wake up please." you stores slowly blinking a couple of times.

You let out a small scream before he covered your mouth.

"No..shh, it's fine...listen, run up to the old library Aziraphale should have sent up a rope." He looked down the hall to see hasturs shadow coming back.

" take this back. Go!"

You furrowed your brow after he returned your sword. "Thank you…"

You started up the stairs. Looking back momentarily. Before hastur appeared and let out a horrified shrek.

"Where did she go!?"

"I...I dunno she just left I…" you watched the other demon stammer as he attempted to explain to your captor what happened.

As you watch a spider slid down from the railing on to your hand. You let out an ouch and tore your attention from the scene in front of you as it bit you.

They both looked your way. "Oh princess!"

"Y/n run!" the demon who freed you turned into a snake and hissed blocking Hastur from the  stairs. You grabbed your sword and raced up the stairs.

"Crowley!" Hastur said in disgust upon seeing the snake. It hissed at him and lunged forward to bite him. He jumped back dodging the bite. Hastur finally sneered and kicked him out of the way.

Before racing up the stairs too catch you.

"Library, library, library!" You ran down the hall wiggling every door handle attempting to open it. You took your sword and chopped a few doors open.

"OoOh princess where are you?" you tensed up and ran into one of the last rooms You opened and shut the door just barely.

Hastur lurked down the hall peering into every room he could see into.

He finally came up to the door you hid in.

You took one deep breath and there the door open knocking him in the face.

You stepped out getting ready to run when someone came up behind you and caught your hand in his.

"Crowley?"

He flashed you a smile as you two took off down the hall. "Hello your majesty."

You looked at him taking note of how his eyes weren't what you remembered but instead yellow snake eyes.

You opened your mouth to speak but Hastur was slowly making his way towards the both of you and Crowley pulled you into a room, slamming the door shut and locking it.

"The window,NOW!" You started towards it But stopped. "why didn't you tell me?"

"What?" the door handle have a little wiggle as Hastur pounded on it from outside. "Let me in!" Crowley threw himself against it holding it shut.

"Why didn't you say anything about who you are!?'

He looked at you. "Really? Why do you think?"

You shook your head offering for him to explain. He groaned and pushed himself off the door. "Because I was sent to kill you! And when I saw you...I couldn't do it because I was in love with you,and if you knew you wouldn't feel the same! And I wasn't going to tell you that night your father died because-"

You shut him up with a kiss. But neither of you could savor it. For Hastur broke threw the door.

Crowley pushed you behind him backing the both of you up to the window.

"Give her to me,crowley!"

"You want her?" He spun around and grabbed you. "Go get her"

"Crowley no-" he lifted You up and tossed you out the window and pulled your sword from you and turned to face Hastur again.

You shut your eyes bracing yourself for the fall but, instead of hitting the ground with a thud. She landed with a thud into someone's arms.

"Zira!?"

"Hello my queen good too see you again." You smiled at him but frowned when the horse began to take off.

"Aziraphale! No what about crowley!?"

"I promise he will be more than ok."

You looked at him with a worried look.

"Yeah, I'll be more than fine."

You turned to the side to see Crowley riding alongside you on Bentley.

"Crowley? How-"

"Don't worry I took care of him," he winked and You grinned holding onto Aziraphale's shoulders as he charged after Crowley through the forest.

It had been nice since then.

You made both Crowley and Aziraphale knights of the kingdom's. Anyone who threatens you  or any of your people had to face there wrath.

It also helped the people in the kingdom's to know that The headlight Crowley was in fact the queens husband. And essentially the rightful king.

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