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[Club Activities - part 2]

Summary: Crowley keeps knocking at your door, quite literally, wanting to hear your club choice. You might as well get this over with.

Notes: gn!reader, humor, it's kinda long, reader is oblivious, mentions of minor injuries but in a funny way dw, it's the looong overdue pt2

Part: 1.0 / 2 (you're here!) / 2.5 (soon!)

"So, have you decided?"

Crowley stands by the doorway. He looks completely normal, a pleasant smile plastered on his lips. You blink, sluggish, resisting the urge to slam the door on his face.

"It's five a.m. on a sunday."

"Yes, that's correct, good to see you're keeping up with the passage of time."

You feel there's a jab aimed at you for taking your time on choosing a club. Or on answering the door. In your defense, Grim was sleeping on top of you and you didn't want to disturb his sleep. Nor yours. You were hoping the Headmaster would just give up and leave you alone, but instead he only knocked louder.

"Well?"

"Uh..." You take a bit to remember the first thing he said. "No, I still have some meetings to go to."

"Were the sports clubs not to your liking? I'm sure you'd do well in one, should you put your efforts on it."

"Nah, I'll pass."

"I see. Then, you'll tell me your decision by the end of the week, yes?"

"Since when did we agree on this." It was a question, but with your drowsy state it just fell flat.

"Since now, of course! I was very kind to let you take so much time to chose a club, but you must understand I'm under some pressure as well to make sure you'll have the best possible education here. We can't afford to lose too much time!"

You blink again, your brain still sleepy. "Oh. Alright."

Crowley claps his hands in an excited manner. "Wonderful! I'll be eagerly waiting for your decision, then!"

Only as you watch his retreating back getting farther away that it finally registers just what you agreed on. You groan, closing the door and leaning against it.

Well, nothing to do about it now. You should really get onto it, anyway. Still, your break will be missed.

Film Research Club (Vil, Ortho platonically)

You had finally left the sports clubs behind, time to try something new, like arts!

Since you've worked with Vil at the SDC, you were already used to his strict personality and thought you'd be able to handle yourself pretty well. You might not have that much experience with acting but you did know how to pretend everything was ok and your life wasn't falling apart, so you think you might have potential.

It was quite surprising to see Ortho there, but the sight of your friend's welcoming eyes and cheer made you feel relieved, relaxing amidst the Pomefiore students. They were intimidating, though in a different way the guys from the Spelldrive club were. The latter looked like they could easily beat you to a pulp, while the former looked like they'd give you a disgusted stare and call you a peasant in such a condescending tone you'd implode on spot. They were all very pretty as well, but you wouldn't let that make you self conscious since you knew no one could beat Vil anyway.

Speaking of, Vil himself comes to speak with you and explain about the club with a professional conduct as he says that Crowley had warned him of your special situation and that he'd let you help out, since they always needed extra hands on deck. You got hopeful at that, perhaps it was time for you to shine and discover a hiden talent of yours! These daydreams are soon crushed as Vil puts you on backstage duty and turns around, having something or other to talk about with the other members.

Well. That was... not what you were expecting. Ortho explains that in order to enter the club as an actor, you must audition beforehand and prove yourself worthy. That makes sense, you guess, so you accept it with grace. Backstage work might not be as exciting as being on the actual stage, but you had Ortho by your side to make sure things won't be too dull. And a side of you wants to make Vil proud of your work, so you suck it up and ask Ortho to lead the way.

Ortho shows you around the set you'll be working on for the day. It's one of Pomefiore's dorm ballrooms, and it's huge. You look in awe at everything, even though it's a bit plain in terms of furniture, it's quite detailed. In moments like this you remember Pomefiore's dorm is a castle, as you feel the royalty emanating from the ceiling, with it's luxurious chandeliers, to the walls, with it's intricate golden patterns, even at the floor, by it's quality.

He teaches you how to operate the lights and sound for a bit while the actors decide on what they'll film that day. You feel just the tiniest bit of jealousy at them, especially because Vil seems to be very focused on everything they say. Ortho must notice this (of course he would), and tries to cheer you up. After all, you're his friend! He doesn't want you to feel bored at the club when there are so many insteresting things to do!

You move from the more technical parts and go to the storage room, where they keep most of the props and extra accessories. You explore it, looking at everything but not touching, not wanting to get in trouble if you break anything on accident. As you're looking at an old mirror, Ortho picks up one of the pink cowboy hats and puts it on your head. It looks goofy, not matching with your uniform at all, and it makes you laugh.

You retaliate by putting a pirate hat full of colorful feathers that's way too big on him. It slides down and covers his eyes, making him look like a little kid trying on their sibling's clothes. Not to mention the feathers, that also clash with his body's design. You both laugh and go to different directions, trying to find more things to put on.

Ortho ends up with a vivid red sash wrapped around his waist and a wooden rod in hands, while you've got a pink feather scarf around your neck and a hollow steel rod in hands. You stare down at each other from your sides of the room, pretending you're on one of those western cowboy movies, even acting like it too. You drawl out something about the town not being big enough for the two of you. Ortho goes along, putting up the worst pirate accent with his robotic voice and telling you to prepared to be boarded.

Between giggles, the two of you meet at the middle, your rods clashing as if they were swords. You make exaggerated moviments that would be impratical in any fight while dropping the most cliche lines you can think of. Ortho dodges your attacks in slow motion and retributes with his own, making it seem more like some funny dance than a sword fight.

You were having so much fun you kind of forgot you were there to do a job. You're quickly reminded as the door suddenly opens and you, startled, let the steel rod slip from your hands mid attack and hit the wall with a loud clang. There stands Vil, hands on his hips as he stares at the two of you with one arched eyebrow, an unimpressed look on his face even after almost being hit right on it. You're not looking the most dignified, with your whole attire. Nor is Ortho, which helps you to not feel alone on the receiving end of Vil's judgment.

The three of you leave the props behind and return to the main area. More precisely, to the actors' dressing room part. It's not an actual separate room, but rather a space of the ballroom reserved for this. Most have put on their costumes and are adjusting the finer details, Vil instructs you to help them while he sets up the stage.

You try your best, but every actor sends you a glare as you approach them, making you turn on your heels and try another one. And another. And another. You're not feeling very helpful. How you wish you could just ignore it like Ortho does. The only thing you actually do is helping zip up some clothes when they can't reach their backs and do it themselves. You don't dare to touch their hair or you feel they'd explode you with their minds. There is one instance when you have to lace a guy into a corset, but you get a bit confused with all the laces. Maybe it's like tying a shoe? You pull on it with too much force at first, leading him to complain at you the entire time. In your defense, you've never done this before! You tie it up with a cute lace at the end to make up for it and scurry away before he could release more of his wrath upon you. You settle on following Ortho around like a lost puppy.

Finally, everyone finishes up and you move to the middle of the room, where the scene will be taking place. From what you gather, the movie they are making is about a royal family that's having their heir assume the throne, but there's a plot against him going behind the scenes. The main character seems to be corset guy, who still glares at you whenever you pass by his camp of vision, much to your (un)luck.

Ortho leads you to the first place he showed, since they'd start recording soon. You watch him work with the lights, turning them on dramatically as they start the scene and making it follow the main lead as he monologues about his woes of assuming such a big responsability and how he feels between the sea of people present. The actor does a good job, good enogh to appease Vil, who watches attentively near the camera. The thing is, he's trying to replicate a foreign accent and that, combined with his melodramatic lines, makes you have to stifle a laugh.

You try your best to stay quiet and pay attention to the story, but some of the lines and the way they dramatically deliver them sound so silly you can't help but giggle in your palm. Ortho looks at you inquisitively, tilting his head and trying to understand what you found so funny. You whisper an explanation to him, making him see the words in a different manner. As you laugh, he laughs along discretely, both of you having fun again.

Vil motions for you to keep your volume down, as to not disturb the actors and break their concentration, and you send him a thumbs up. Still, you keep on reacting, even mouthing their words with exaggerated facial expressions. Ortho seems much more interested in what you have to show than the lights, since he misses some of his cues and gets it later or sooner than intended. Which is also funny, since the confused looks on the background actors' faces are very entertaining.

It comes to a point in which you're holding in your laughter so much you're a bit out of air, and you end up bumping into one of the controls, making the background music change suddenly, from a calm waltz to an action scenesque one. Your startled eyes meet Ortho's, and in true friendship fashion you both burst out laughing. Vil cuts the filming and strides up on you two, reprimanding you once again, and you feel like a guilty puppy being scolded by their owner. You must look like that too, since he sighs like an overworked mother and takes pity on you, deciding on something else for you to do and leave Ortho to do his job without distractions.

Vil gives you the role of an extra to play, just for you to have an idle conversation with the protagonist that won't last even five minutes. He shows you exactly how the scene should go, taking hold of your hand to conduct a dance and dropping casual chatter with you, looking you in the eyes, with a conduct that's so charming you're sure you feel your heart skip a beat (too bad it's just acting though). You feel like you can do that as well, so you hurry to change into one of the formal outfits and repeat the line Vil told you over and over again in your head, heart beating way too fast.

There is just one thing you didn't count on: you apparently have a bad case of stage fright. Or perhaps it's happening especifically because you know Vil will be watching you like a hawk. As you position yourself amidst the other extras, you feel your heartbeat accelerating and your hands start to sweat. You try to relax your tense shoulders and clear your throat, looking at the floor to steady yourself.

As your cue approaches, you move closer to the corset guy, whose attention snaps at you as soon as you enter his vision field. Even if his face looks polite, like a prince, you can feel the glare he's still sending your way, just on a more subdued level this time. You can also feel the stares of the others on your back and your tongue seems to have been tied. Your head comes up with a blank when you try to remember what Vil told you to say. Oh, this is not good. Why did this have to be so nerve wracking?

Time passes slowly, seconds feels like hours as the protagonist waits expectantly for your words. Trying to not disappoint, you blurt out a joke improvisation line, like the ones you see on movies sometimes. Unfortunately, your sense of humor is vastly different from Pomefiore's students', and the joke falls so flat everyone has to take a moment to recover. You wish for the ground to swallow you as Vil yells a "Cut!" and the other actors look judgmentally in your way. Maybe if you close your eyes it will go away? You can still hear the other's whispering, and although you don't understand what exactly they're saying, you can only guess they're mocking you. Welp, guess it's time to become a hermit at ramshackle and never show your face at school ever again!

It takes only a minute, but as soon as Vil has recomposed himself he commands everyone to be quiet. You open your eyes again, gathering all your courage to see the disappointed look on his face, but you're surprised that's not what greets you. Instead, Vil's got a nasty glare that's sharp enough to cut a man, and it's not directed at you at all! Vil procceds to reprimand the rest of the cast for being so inelegant as to make fun of a begginer and even mocks their need to feel superior. You've never felt more grateful for him in your life, maybe you can still go to classes after that, since no one will dare to mess with you and risk his wrath.

As the others look ashamed for being yelled at by their leader, Vil pulls you aside and tells you that maybe it's better to try something else if your stage fright is going to affect your performance so much. He sounds strict as always, but he has an almost soft look in his eyes as he congratulates you for trying to overcome that fear and that you did well enough for someone with no experience. You feel a lot better after that and thank him sincerely, promising to give it your all at whatever other job you can do to help! He smiles at your enthusiasm and it's as if the clouds have parted ways for the sun to shine. (The other club members look amazed, as they've never seen such a soft smile on Vil's face before.)

He then asks you if you know how to work with a camera. If taking pics with Cater to post on Magicam counts then yes, you do have some experience with it. Vil says he's got the perfect job for you: being part of the camera crew and helping to film everything. You accept, after all, how hard can it be, really?

Apparently, a lot. Vil had just left out a little detail from this job: you'd be filming the aerial angle of this scene. Which meant using Kalim's magic carpet. As you recall, you're not the most adept at riding it, flashbacks from winter vacation entering in your mind. Still, you had promised Vil you'd help on this, and you weren't sure if he'd find you another thing to do or get your complaining the wrong way, so you decide to give it a try anyway.

You wobble on it, camera propped up on your shoulder and secured by a sling strap just in case you losen your hold on it. (Which is very likely). Surprisingly, you manage to get the carpet off the ground without many complications, so things are looking up (quite literally)! And then comes the part where you have to guide it and you're almost thrown out of a window with the force it makes a turn. Your grip on it tightens and you try to wrestle it into submission, with little success.

Things procced like this, you trying to learn how to drive the carpet while making turns on the air and holding on for your life. (And making sure the camera is safe. You don't want a repeat of the chandelier accident from the start of the year, so you're not taking any chances). Anything you might have tried to film is probably so shaky and blurry it isn't even usable, but you have more important matters to worry about.

That goes on until you make a particularly sharp turn, causing the carpet to lose control and go spiraling straight to the floor. Luckly, you manage to land on a convenientely placed couch (has that been there before?) and doesn't get much hurt. You're clutching the camera to your chest in a protective manner, so it isn't damaged either. At least, not much, but it isn't anything the Ignihyde guys can't fix.

Vil and Ortho are by your side in an instant, asking if you're alright. Vil extends his hand and pulls you up like a gentleman, fixing your hair softly. He's really close to your face and you can feel your heart beating faster, though you're not sure if it's due to that or the adrenaline of the fall. Ortho reassures you that not even him got the hang of piloting the carpet, as it seems to only actually obey Kalim, and that you did your best!

You really did try, so you can safely say you won't discover any hidden acting talent any time soon. Time to check out other clubs.

(Ortho tells you to drop by another time at practice and watch the recording with him, since he had a lot of fun! Vil tells you that should you wish and work hard for it, you may have potential and he'd be willing to help you reach it. You agree, since it was very nice to visit and, most of all, to get to see Vil on his element like this. There's an added bonus of you not having ended up at the infirmary as well, which is enough to put the club on a positive light in your books. It's a bit sad that's the standard, but oh well, nothing to do about it.)

Science Club (Trey, Rook)

Alright, art may not be for you, but maybe science is! Or... whatever it is that they do in this club.

It's a bit intimidating since there are way too many people there, more than you've seen in any other club. What could they possibly be doing to attract this many people?

Rook, as observant as ever, notices you before you've even set foot inside the lab, coming close to greet you and ask if you were going to join them for the day. You relutanctly agree, staying close to his side as he leads you deeper into the room, opening the path. You make sure to not bump into anyone and cause an accident.

Trey is at one of the work tables at the back, sharing it with Rook. He sends a calming smile your way and explains that it's a club with a vast variety of activities, as long as they're not of the physical sort. You sigh in relief, listening to him reciting things such as plant cultivation and chemistry experiments. You already have to do those things on your regular classes, so you're confident in your ability of succeding for once. Rook adds that this flexibility in activity has attracted many people, creating a beauté diversity of members. (Trey explains that there's a lot of odd people as he side eyes Rook).

You sit with them, since you don't know anyone else. Rook goes on about the experiment he'll be doing this time, something that will leave a beautiful impact and stay on the mind of anyone looking. It sounds a lot like what happens when you partner up with Ace and Deuce at alchemy class, that is, stuff is about to be blown up. You scoot closer to Trey.

Taking pity on you, Trey reminds Rook that there's an ingredient missing, since they had used all from the lab's storage on their last class, and offers to get it at the botanical garden for him, inviting you to come along. You jump at the opportunity, agreeing and getting up to follow him. Rook thanks his generosity and explains that there's no way a gentleman like him would leave all the hard work onto the two of you, so he follows along. Trey looks a bit annoyed, but you only wanted to get out of being roped into a crazy experiment so you don't mind much, as long as you keep Rook away from any potential explosive plants.

The fresh air from the gardens is much better than the stuffy feeling from the crowded lab, and you take a deep breath to appreciate it. Trey takes you to the temperate zone, the path filled with beautiful flowers of all colors and scents. The sound of the little river below you only adds to the pleasant atmosphere, the sun rays warming up your skin and soul. It's wonderful. You'd like it if your club classes were to take place there. It might be enough to convince you to join, the nature so full of life energizing your mood, a smile blooming on your face.

You pass by an area that has thicker vegetation and stands out from the whole, attracting your curiosity, so you ask Trey what could be there. He warns you to not wander to that side of the garden, as there were carnivorous plants being cultivated by the third years. You wave him off, saying you had those back in your world and they were pretty harmless. Trey looks at you in doubt, but decides to not question it, aceptting your answer and going back to his search for the missing ingredient.

Since you have no idea what you should be looking for, you leave the boys to it, deciding to observe the flowers instead. Distracted, you end up getting farther away from them, the flora enticing you and putting you under a spell, demanding your attention. It's not until you bump into a tall... something, that you realize how far you had gone. You lift up your head, wondering if you had bumped into a tree, only to find two open hinged lobes dripping with sap closing on your face.

A scream gets caught in your throat as you take in the gigantic carnivorous plant in front of you, that's only coming closer. You didn't know that when Trey had mentioned them, he didn't explain that they aren't like the one from your world at all. Not only were they huge, but also seemed ready to eat a human at any given chance.

You're pulled by someone behind you, falling into a secure chest and feeling strong arms embracing your waist as the plant's jaw's close into the air where you were just a second ago. The sigh you let out shakes your whole body and you let your weight be supported by your saviour. You find out his identity soon enough, as a familiar voice by your ear calls you chéri and asks if you were fine.

After thanking Rook, he guides you to the main area of the garden with a protective hand behind your back, making sure you wouldn't stumble into any more potential dangerous plants, as he goes on about how they were "the hunters of the natural world" and how "such danger has it's own alluring charm, non?" You don't catch the glint in his eyes as he asks the question, too busy trying to get your heart beat back into a normal rhythm.

Trey scolds you lightly for ignoring his advice, but he seems busier trying to equilibrate the plants he harvested in his arms and glaring at Rook, probably for leaving him alone to do all the work. Rook stays unbothered, putting his hands on your shoulders and staying close as he directs you to the exit, his usual smile stamped on his face.

As you put the fresh ingredients near the others that Rook had selected earlier, you notice some strawberries in the mix. You shot a questioning stare at Trey, making him laugh and explain he took the chance to harvest some of his hand grown special strawberries. He takes some from your hands, brushing your fingers together before lifting them up to inspect closely. The strawberries are a beautiful shade of red, making you salivate only by looking at them. Trey has a contemplative expression as he murmurs he should use them as soon as possible in order to make the best use of their ripeness.

You suggest him to make a strawberry tart with them and offers your help, on the light price of getting to eat it as well. He smiles and agrees to your proposal, telling you to follow him to the kitchens. You do, happily so as you carry some of the strawberries in your arms, leaving Rook to take care of the potions experiment. Really, you feel like you've killed two birds with one stone, so you pat yourself on the back for doing a good job.

Back at the first month of classes, you remember cooking with Trey, Ace, Deuce and Grim, and how much fun you had, despite the circumstances. With the group reduced to two, it might be more toilsome, but you were confident it would be worth it.

Trey finds an extra apron for you, tying it himself to make sure it would stay in place. He gently explains the steps to prepare the ingredients, helping you whenever you didn't understand something. It was quite nice, seeing Trey look so in his element, an unconscious soft expression on his face, as if he was enjoying himself. It's domestic, even, how you dance around each other in the kitchen, passing bowls and cutlery back and forth. He is good humored as he recalls stories from the club, making you laugh whenever he bemoans Rook's experiments.

The stories he tells are very captivating, so much so that you don't look at the recipe book, doing the steps on automatic. Once or twice you almost spill what you were mixing or use too much force to cut something, but it's salvageable every time, so you don't comment on it. You leave the crust on the oven for a bit too much, but it's only slightly charred, so you're pretty sure it's still edible. One of the flour bags slips from your hands and falls on the sink, covering your face in flour powder. Trey helps you clean up, but he's laughing at you and your now white hair. It comes to the point in which you're mixing the crème pâtissière and you get too close to the stove, making the ends of your sleeves to catch on fire. Trey quickly puts it out and runs your arm under cold water. The crème ends up a bit too lumpy, since neither of you were stirring it for a while, but it's not too bad.

Alright, maybe you're not the best at cooking. Still, arranging the strawberries in a circle on top of the tart was pretty fun. The last thing left to do is to let it cool. You lick your lips thinking about eating it once it's ready. You're about to help Trey clean the mess you've made in the kitchen when Rook bursts through the door, looking excited. He tells you there's no time to explain and takes you by the hand, dragging you back to the laboratory. You send Trey your best regards and wish him luck in cleaning everything alone. He sends you a pitying look back.

You should wish yourself some luck as well, since the motive for Rook to have brought you to the lab was for you to help him with the new formula he thought for his experiment. He explains that the one he was trying didn't have it's desired effects, as you could clearly see from the scorch marks on the table you were sitting before. He says that for the new formula, he'll need help to get the ingredients prepared and handed over, since he couldn't stop stirring it until everything was added in. You don't know how he came up with this solution, and honestly? You don't want to know.

Having no other choice, you agree to help him. He reminds you to put your gloves and safety googles on before starting, making a comment on how your cute apron would do as your lab coat. After getting into place, you follow all of Rook's instructions, preparing and handing over the ingredients he asks for. You have no idea what it is that he's going for, as your potions classes are still on a basic and more theorical level, but you decide to trust that he, as your upperclassman, knows what he's doing.

Dread pools on your gut as you watch the ingredients going into the cauldron. There's a hissing sound and bubbles emerge from the deep purple concotion. You have no time to react as Rook thows his arm in front of you just in time for the explosion to take place. You grip onto the table tightly and manage to stay upright, thanking the Sevens for your safety googles. If it were not for them, your entire face would be covered in a sparkling purple powder, some getting into your hair as well. Rook laughs and tells you that you shine bright like the sun. You look on unamused. Trey appears, having heard the explosion, and sighs, clearly being too used to this happening. He tells you and Rook to clean up as he starts to clean your mess, bless him.

Rook takes you to the nearest bathroom available, both of you trying to wash the explosion's results off. It has stuck like glue, and you have to splash your face with the cold water over and over for it to go away. You think there's still some of it on your hair, but can't bring yourself to care much. The apron wasn't enough to cover your body, so your clothes weren't spared either. Rook doesn't comment on it, but you can see him looking at you funny by the corner of your eye.

As you enter the lab, you see that the students that stayed after the first explosion had left. Rook wonders out loud on why they didn't like the innovation of his experiment, sighing as he goes on about the beauty of curiosity. You and Trey exchange glances as you clean everything together. You feel like you stayed way past the club's scheduled time and your arms hurt from moping the floor. At least you get to share your wonky strawberry tart. It doesn't taste as good as Trey's usual ones do, but you like it. You can't decide if it was worth all the trouble though.

Grim laughs at you once you get back to Ramshackle, your face is itching for the rest of the day, there's some sparkles in your hair for the rest of the week, your slightly burnt arm won't stop aching, you sent your clothes' laundry bill for Rook to pay. As much as you respect scientific advances, you feel that being involved in the research isn't for you (nor the cooking). Time to check out other clubs.

(Rook keeps approaching you at the halls to update you on how he's thought of possible changes to make the potion work. Trey comments he liked having company in the kitchen and help for cleaning up for once. They aren't very subtle. You don't even have to agree to visit the club again another time, as Rook has already volunteered you as his lab assistant and Trey has gifted you a recipe book with markings on which recipes you'll try to bake next. Guess you have no other choice but to go back now.)

Pop Music Club (Cater, Kalim, Lilia)

And back to the arts you go. But this time, instead of performing, how about playing some music? Joining the school band might be fun!

You're surprised to only find three people in the club. All the others had a bunch of people, but in this one, once you enter the classroom you're met with three of your friends hanging out in a couch. Why was there a couch in this classroom in the first place!?

It's not just three random people, either. It's the chillest and most extroverted people of the school, the ones that got along with everyone and were very popular. They whip their head so fast to the direction of the door once you enter you get a little worried for their necks. They seem elated to have a visitor, so you suppose this won't be so bad, even if you don't feel confident enough to play an instrument in front of other people.

Kalim jumps at you and envelops you in a big hug, a smile shining on his face as usual. Lilia pats you on the back, pushing you closer to the center of the room and welcoming you. Cater takes out his phone and takes a selfie with everyone, declaring it would go viral to have the cutest people of the school all together in one place and gushing over how many likes he'd get. They sure are a lively bunch.

Lilia plops you down on the couch, telling you to feel at home and winking. There's a center table with food containers in front of you, Kalim offers you a bite, explaining they made the snacks to bring to their club meetings, and Cater proposes to make it a culinary competition, in which you'd judge which one was the best. You were pretty sure you had left the cooking behind at the science club, what did it even had to do with music? Well, you weren't going to complain about getting free food!

Cater insists you try his first, a round tupperware with fried corn tortilla chips and guacamole in a dipping bowl at the center. It looks amazing, making your mouth water a bit. You take one of the chips, lightly lower it on the dip and take a bite. It's overall very good, the consistency and the crispness are wonderful, there's just one little problem: it's very spicy. Very spicy. Not the "oh no there's a tiny bit of spice in my otherwise bland food" type but the "my eyes are burning my thorat is burning my stomach is burning I'm going to burn from the inside out" type. And that's how you feel as you fan your face and drink the water Kalim brings you, though it only makes the burning worse, spreading it throughout your mouth and making your eyes water. Lilia appears upside down, hanging from the ceiling and scaring you, and offers you a glass of milk instead. You gratefully take it and chug it down as quick as you can.

Once you've calmed down, Lilia explains how he keeps milk around for Cater's food, that's way too spicy for his liking. Cater looks at you with puppy eyes, asking if you liked the chilli peppers he added to the recipe. You didn't, not really. It would be one thing to add some, sure, but it's like there's more pepper than anything else. You weakly smile at him and explain apologetically that it might not suit your tastes so much. Cater seems a bit down, but he only shrugs and jokingly says that not everyone can have good taste.

Kalim bounces up to you next, shoving his container in front of your face and telling you to try it. He proudly says he made it all without Jamil's help and that he hopes you'll like it. You look at the fried dumplings, remembering it's a sweet called awameh. It looks good as well, although a bit burnt, nothing that would stop you from eating it. You take one, getting surprised by how crunchy they ended up being, the sweetness exploding in your tongue. It would be very good, but you have the impression Kalim must have used the wrong measure of the ingredients. Yes, it was sweet, but it was way too sweet. Not only that, the sugar mixed with the cinnamon on the syrup also left you thirsty, as you downed another cup of water. It was like cinnamon was impregnated on your mouth, there was definetly too much.

While you accept your tongue will never be the same after the combo of strong flavours, Kalim reveals he tried to follow one of Jamil's mom's recipes for it, declaring it to be the best he's ever proved. He just got a bit confused when taking the measures for some ingredients, but he was proud of his work! You make a mental note to try to eat one of Jamil's awameh later, sure that it would taste delicious, and compliments Kalim on his efforts, suggesting gently to ask for help next time he has trouble with it.

The last one is Lilia, and you start dreading what might be hidden on his container. He seems preppy that someone will get to try his food, telling you that he's the one that cooks dinner at Diasomnia and how Silver and Sebek love his food. Cater and Kalim look at you with pity, shaking their heads. You've heard of Lilia's infamous cooking skills before, so you have to mentally prepare yourself before looking at what he prepared. It's... uh... something alright. Though it's unrecognizable, a dark glob that just looks sticky and burnt after the point. Your desperate look does nothing for Cater and Kalim to try to save you, as they look away furtively.

Aceppting your fate, you take one of the spoons Lilia brought and take the smallest bite possible while he stares at you attentively. It tastes foul, as expected, as if something had died in your mouth. You resist the urge to gag, trying to go for a smile and ending up with a grimace instead. It's horrible, there's no other way to describe it. All the rumors don't do it justice, it's way worse than what they say. You suspect you will get food poisoning later, as you down another glass of water. At least you're keeping yourself hydrated. Lilia seems to either not notice or pretend he didn't, as he keeps his cheery attitude and asks if you liked it. You nod weakly, hoping it would be enough for him to not force you to take another bite. He mercifully looks satisfied with the answer and you sigh with relief.

In the end you tell them you don't know which one was the best (you side eye Lilia's, thinking on how you knew which one was the worst at least). They don't look disappointed, content in having you prove their food as each munchs on their own snacks happily. You wonder how they manage to do it. Suddenly you miss Trey's baking and the wonky strawberry tart you've made.

As everyone sits together, Cater puts on some electropop song on the background that reminds you of the famous vocaloids from your world. You have an epiphany that Cater would listen to Hatsune Miku. You're not sure what to do with that information, staying quiet in shock as the other three talk between themselves. You remember him mentioning something like it when you went to do the SDC auditions, but you had other things to worry about and it must have slipped your mind. Once you've recomposed yourself, you ask what the food had to do with music, since the question had been burning in your mind for some time (not as much as your tongue burned tho).

They explain that the pop music club doen't really do much music, as the name suggests, they mostly just hang around to chat and chill. It has gotten them in a bit of trouble with the Headmaster, as they don't do anything that could actually be considered a club activity, causing him to have threatened to disband the club. Not to mention there's no new members for a while, no matter how much they try to attract more students. You consider joining this one just to spite Crowley. They clarify that they do play their instruments every once in a while to cover some song, but with their different music tastes they never reach an agreement on what to play most of the time.

You're curious on how they might sound as a band, sure it would be a chaotic but entertaining sight. You would ask to see this, if it was not for Cater excitedly declaring it's "gossiping time". They put on elevator music to play at the background and huddle close together, leaving a spot open for you to join their little circle, as if you were about to be in into the school's secrets. And that's exactly what happens, as the three of them seem to know about everyone and everything that goes on Night Raven College. There's so much drama you've never heard about, and you feel you know way too much about the lives of people you've never even met, but it's nice to create conspiracy theories about what would happen next in the soap opera that was other people's lives.

The topic changes to Magicam, since you were lowkey stalking the boy that had caused a ruckus in the cafeteria the past days. Cater likes his account's aesthetic, saying it passes the bad boy vibes he has, and whines about their club's magicam page. You weren't aware they even had one, so you ask to see it. It's... not what you were expecting. They might as well not have an account, since there are no photos other than their icon, which was the symbol of the club. Cater complains that they couldn't come to an agreement on how the page should look and were too lazy to try to work something out, so it has stayed like that for months.

Since you know how much he cares about this stuff, you offer your help! After all, it could be a lot of fun, and it'd feel as if you're the manager of the club. Cater lightens up with joy, throwing his arms around you and bringing you close to affectionately rub his cheeck on the top of your head, thanking you for being such a prestative underclassman. You enter your business mode, thinking on how you could go about this. It makes sense to promote the club doing something other than hanging out, so you tell them to pick up their instruments and pose.

You go around them and try many different angles. Kalim and Lilia have fun doing weird poses that makes very clear they aren't playing at all, but there's a charming genuine smile on their faces. Cater poses with his guitar like a professional, making captivating facial expressions that make even you swoon, only encouraging him to make different ones. He could be a model, you think, with how he knows all the right ways to smile at the camera and tilts his head just so to make him look cute and alluring at the same time, fingers skillfully positioned at the eletric guitar's chords, eyes lidded, hair messy deliberately, body facing forwards with confidence. He has everything to ace the rockstar persona, at least in looks.

You try taking some of them together as an unit, but none pleases you enough. There's something missing, but you can't quite put your finger on what. You give his cellphone back as you ponder about it. Cater looks through the photos, commenting how one looks "super cool~" and in the other he's "slaying". He decides it'd be a great moment to take advantage of his cuteness streak to take a photo with everyone together, yourself included. Cater drapes his arm around your shoulders and keeps you close to him, cheek coming to rest at your forehead. Kalim and Lilia make poses behind you two, laughing at how silly they look with all the filters Cater tries on.

He ends up telling you to decide which photo looked better, as he couldn't chose just one, something like: "any photo with you would look cute, of course I can't chose!" You look through all of them, but only one gets your eyes, the only without a filter. Everyone looks genuinely happy, making your heart warm. Cater's is not looking at the camera itself, but slightly to the side, where you are, with such a soft expression you can't help but be endeared by it. It's him, not a forced smile and exaggerated pose, just Cater, happy. That's what the other pictures were missing.

You show it to him, insisting it's the best and should be the first photo on the club's Magicam page. He pouts about the lack of filter, saying how the other ones look much cuter, but you explain that you like the real him much more than any filter, since nothing could ever come close to the real deal, no filter in the world could make him justice. You're very genuine with it too, since it's the truth. Cater stares at you, caught by surprise, and turns his face away from you, ears tinted pink, taking a minute to recompose himself, leaving you confused. Lilia looks on knowingly, smirking at him. You weren't alone in your confusion, as Kalim seemed to be just as clueless as you.

Your argument manages to convince him, though, as he soon comes up with an eye catching description and posts it, grumbling that you should be happy now. You are, actually, so you simply smile at him, giggling at his playful eye roll. Only after the picture was already posted and you entered on your own account that you notice your eyes were closed. You yelp and try to convince Cater to change it to another one, but he refuses, telling that you were the one that chose it so you should stick with it, sticking his tongue out at you in a childsh manner. You whine some more before giving up. Cater seemed really content with the choice, if the soft smile on his face as he glanced at it meant anything, so you let it be, resigning to your fate. You weren't even a member, so you hoped you wouldn't attract that much attention. (You really hoped Ace wouldn't find it, otherwise you'd never hear the end of it.)

He suddenly gets an idea to decorate the classroom to make it look more "magicamable", dragging Lilia with him to get the decorations. Lilia whispers something to him that makes him glance back at you with a red face, quickly scurrying away and leaving you and Kalim to look on in confusion. How weird, what had gotten into him?

At that moment, the playlist shuffles, coming up with a song that has a very upkeep beat. Kalim jumps in excitement, saying that was his favorite song and he couldn't not dance to it. You can't help jumping your leg and moving your head to the beat, swaying to the contagious rhthym. Kalim notices and extends his hands in your direction, inviting you to dance with him. You know you're nowhere near his skill level and you'd look clumsy compared to his fluid moviments, but his earnestness convinces you to give it a try. You were sure he wouldn't make fun of you, so why not have a good time too?

Hand in hand, the two of you move together, not completly in sync, but in a rhythm that feels right, that's only yours. It's nice, seeing his content expression up close, foreheads almost touching, feet following the other's steps, hips swaying together. You spin once, laughing, he spins once, grinning wildly. You're lost in the trance of the hypnotizing beat of Kalim's heart.

The song gradually comes to a stop, making both of you calm down too. Kalim has one hand on your waist, the other still holding yours. You hold onto his shoulder, your noses touch, breaths coming in puffs, his eyes crinkle and it's warm, he's warm. Your chest follows his in it's rise and fall, your stomach does pirouettes, to the point you're dizzy, your cheeks feel hot. You start worrying you might have really gotten food poisoning from Lilia's cooking.

Before either of you say anything else, the sound of Cater's giggle burst your bubble, bringing you back to the real world. You whip your head to the door, watching as Lilia and Cater giggle deviously, Cater's fingers working fast on his cellphone's keyboard. You separate from Kalim's burning touch, your hands suddenly feeling cold, and stride up to them, demanding to look at what they found so funny. Lilia shows you, on his own phone, a videoclip of you and Kalim dancing together, nearing the end of the song. Your focus is initially on Kalim, as he glows, movements showing years of expertise, it's... beautiful. Then your gaze averts to yourself, and how, like you suspected, you were looking goofy near him, not matching the tempo at all.

You whine up at Cater again, asking him to delete the stories he posted, but he refuses, saying it was way too precious to miss. You lightly hit his chest and look up your lashes at him, pouting. His teasing expression falters, as if you were on the brink of convincing him. Lilia pulls you away and explains it was only on close friends anyway, so you needn't worry about the whole school seeing it. Kalim agrees that the video is very nice, beaming as he watches you two having fun. You sigh and give up, not having the heart to be a killjoy.

Lilia and Cater's hands are empty of any decorations, so you question them about it. Cater frowns exaggeratedly, drowning on dramatically on how they couldn't find any and how it was such a pity. Lilia covers his hand to hide a giggle, only making the action more obvious. Cater glares at him subtly. Kalim notices how the club's reserved time is almost coming to an end, deciding that to make a grand finale you should play an instrument, after all they should at least pretend they did something club related for you to report back to the Headmaster. And it'd be a lot of fun for you to play with them!

Lilia claps his hands together, agreeing it would be a most gleeful experience. He insists on teaching you how to play the bass, not wanting to hear whether you already knew how to or not. He gives you the instrument and shows how to hold it in the right way, trying to teach a few chords. It's a bit difficult to understand the confusing terms he uses, so he sighs and comes behind you, taking your hands in his and doing the movements, pressing his chest against your back, his deep voice right by your ear as he explains. You can't pay attention to it all, for some reason. You kind of feel dizzy again. Perhaps it's the food poisoning for real this time?

His fingers guide yours along the strings, gently pressing on the right spots, strumming the chords at the bridge. He murmurs the instructions, voice ressonating like the low pitch of the instrument, hot breath tickling your skin. You let him do as he pleases, dazed. The simple notes ring in your ears, lulling you into calmness, eyes closing as you let your sensations take the wheel, the frequency making your heart vibrate in your chest, as if dancing along, your head floating in the clouds.

It's all good and well until Lilia starts singing along. Or whatever it is that he calls "singing". In reality, he starts screaming some punk-rock lyrics right by your ear. Your heart jumps so quickly you swear you almost had an arrhythmia, your soul leaving your body for a second. Your eyes snap open so fast the lights from the classroom blind you and make black spots appear in your vision. You elbow Lilia in your surprise, thankfully making him stop trying to burst your eardrums. You get away, taking off the strap of the bass and giving it back to him. You think that's enough practicing for now.

Later on the day you confirm your food poisoning suspicions to be true. You've gained a new found respect for Sebek for enduring the poison Lilia calls cooking everyday and still managing to keep that impressive disposition of his. At least you helped the pop music club get more followers on magicam and spread their word out there. A bunch of people sign up to know the club, so you're all really happy! You felt like you've done a good job. (In the next week, the people arrive and see no sight of you, only of the dynamic trio. They don't show up again, leaving the members number back to it's original three.)

It was pretty fun, all things considered. You didn't get hurt other than in your pride and your social image, so it's a win in your books. Still, you're not sure you could handle their energetic and chaotic personalities combined like this evey week and risk getting deaf or suffering stomach failure. Time to check out other clubs.

(Cater comments on how the photos you took together got the most likes, insisting you come over again for a photoshoot. Kalim says he's got new songs to dance with you and that he's asked Jamil to help him cook for the next club meeting. Lilia tells you that you still have to take some more bass lessons to get the hang of it. Well, you suppose you could pass by sometime to be in the know about what goes on at the school and to get to prove Jamil's cooking. And to enjoy your friend's company, of course!)

Masterlist

#twst x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #trey clover x reader #rook hunt x reader #cater diamond x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #kalim al asim x reader #ortho shroud #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #new tumblr user angelizs lore drop: I used to be part of the theater club back at school #I did two years of it. I miss acting sm #Ortho and MC are the besties ever #Rook and Trey act like rivals from a shoujo manga lmao #I was inspired by the culinary crucible and decided to make MC suffer the same thing they make the judges go through: Lilia's cooking #oh and also by Lilia's ceremonial robes vignette #I've been dying to prove some awameh it looks so yummy. I want it too !!!!!!!#now I have smth to confess. I've had this written since 9/3. but once I've reached the board games club I got into a writer's block #and I wanted to post all the other clubs at once so I tried to write it and couldn't come up with anything good #and that's why I took so long to post pt2. bc I don't have the board games club written yet to this day 🤡#I'll try to write smth I'm satisfied with for them! until then pls enjoy pt2!#wonderland wonder

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Nicknames:

Henchman (Grim) | Claws (Ace) | Clochey Wochey (Cater) | House Cat (Leona)

Shrimpy (Floyd) | Trickster -> La Petite Clochette (Rook) | City Kitty (Epel) | Kit -> Honorary Human (Sebek)

Kit of Beasts -> Heart of Man (Malleus)

In Return:

Master _____ (Everyone except for faculty)

Uncle (Ramshackle Ghosts)

Bio:

An emotionally distant girl who thinks with her brains more than her heart. Her words may come off as insensitive, but it’s always said in a neutral tone. Prefers to state the facts and look for the most efficient way out, than tackling more abstract concepts like emotions. Despite this outlook on life, she is a skeptical, worst-case scenario planner. Cloche will go the extra mile if it means security and success is guaranteed. When it comes anything, be it a task/person/subject, Cloche is the type of person who would want to know anything and everything about it to be prepared. When push comes to shove, Cloche will take on the role of leadership and make all the hard decision no one else wants to make. Cloche is a very “the ends justify the means” kind of person.

Core Values -> Competency + Freedom

Background:

A cosplayer from Earth who, after exiting from a con, took a wrong turn to get home and was swept away by the NRC horse carriage.

Ghost Camera: “I’m pretty sure Headmaster Crowley gave this to me as binding to keep me here.”

Snow Hand Cream: “Master Rook could tell this cream is from Neige’s line just by the smell! Isn’t that impressive?”

Bandaids: “I originally bought these for myself, but I end up giving them to others…”

Advils: “Would you like one? Binding Bells told me you were getting headaches, so…”

Handkerchief: “Here, let me wipe that up for you, Master.”

Hair ties: “Master Epel gave them to me during a joint P.E. class. The day after, I overheard Master Vil complaining about his missing hair ties.”

Pencil Case: “If you wish to borrow a pencil, I expect you to give me something back as collateral— so I know you’ll return it back to me.”

Lollipops: “The lollipops in Twisted Wonderland are great and all, but they can’t beat the taste of Chupachups.”

Thread and Needle: “Oh, you’re missing a button.”

Lactaid: “You don’t need one… do you?”

Scrapbook: “Do NOT touch.”

Textbook: “I’m so close annotating the whole book. Just a couple pages left…”

Spiral bound notebook: “Master Rook complimented the calligraphy title in my notes! …Maybe I should do the same thing for futures ones.”

Phone: “Master Grim, please stop playing games…”

Sketchbook: “Master Epel complained about me drawing him too ‘girly’, but I only drew what I saw.”

Notable Thoughts: Cloche’s

“Headmaster Crowley must be busy running such a prestigious school like this… So busy, I wonder if he’d have time looking for a way I can go back to my world.”

“Master Grim’s orders aren’t as bad you think. All he really does is make me do his share of the chores. The simplicity of his orders are a blessing compared to other students’…”

“Master Riddle is accomplished, but he throws tantrums too easily at the drop of a pin.”

“Master Ace may be annoying, but he can be a surprisingly reliable when needed.”

“Although Master Deuce has a good attitude, I don’t think I’m patient enough to wait for him to catch up.”

“I do like Master Jack’s work ethic, but his moral compass is suffocating.”

“I can relate to Master Ruggie’s pragmatism to some degree, though I personally disagree with his disregard of fine arts.”

“If Master Azul ever asks about my whereabouts, no he did not.”

“Is it bad I felt no sympathy for Master Kalim when Master Jamil overblotted?”

“I feel like I’ve been seeing Epel more and more since he stayed over at Ramshackle for the VDC. I get that it’s probably convenient for him to go with me, if we’re going to head back to the same destination anyways, but he doesn’t have to accompany during short breaks.”

“I think Master Rook is very admirable! He’s intelligent, athletic, and creative! …I wish more people could give him a chance and see him for who he really is— but… he probably wouldn’t like that… After all, half the things I know about him, he’s never told me in person.”

“I have deep respect for Master Vil, I really do. Although I have some qualms with the lyrics he wrote for ‘Absolutely Beautiful’.”

“Before asking Master Idia for homework help, Master Grim and I always play a game of rock-paper-scissors. …Why? Because neither of us want to be the bargaining chip.”

“I don’t see why I should fawn over the prince of a foreign land— let alone, from another world. Master Malleus will not be my king, nor will I be his subject. Sage Island is out of his jurisdiction, anyways.”

“…Some of my acting was genuine. A part of me was so desperate to rid myself of the curse, that I was fine with fooling myself. I’ll admit, if Master Rook didn’t come first, then I’m sure he would have... ahem— Capable, composed… it’s almost scary.”

Notable Thoughts: Others’

“Cloche could’a been the perfect henchman if he didn’t have to call other people ‘Master’!” - Grim

“With Cloche around, Heartslabyul doesn’t have to resort to using a cat beastman to play the violin, but an actual cat. That way, we can follow rule 529 without any loopholes.” - Riddle

“Me, friends with that stick in the mud? Pfft—! As if!” - Ace

“Even in a sticky situation, I’ve never seen Cloche lose his cool before. I wonder how he does it…” - Deuce

“For a beastman, Cloche really doesn’t like noise. I get that too, since our ears are more sensitive than humans… but shouldn’t he have already gotten used to it, by now?” - Jack

“I can’t have Leona ordering Cloche around, cause he’ll steal my job!” - Ruggie

“It’s such a shame Cloche refused my offer for him to work at the Monstro Lounge. …We could have made good money and attracted more customers if we used his cat form to promote on our Magicam…” - Azul

“Cloche is really nice! He’s kind of like Jamil, helpful and a bit stern. …But I also feel like there’s a darkness… Ah— Nahaha! N-Nevermind! I want to know more about him too.” - Kalim

“Cloche is surprisingly weak. He could barely lift up a crate of apples when I called him over for help the other day. I ought to be annoyed he couldn’t help, but I’m also kind of glad?” - Epel

“I thought I could feel the claws of a wild beast, but there’s a beauty to reservation too. Perhaps I’ll need to lure it out.” - Rook

“Honestly… All the work I put into reviving Cloche’ natural curls has gone to waste, since he left Pomefiore.” - Vil

“‘Master Hornton’, an amusing nickname, indeed. I was under the impression Cloche had known my identity, but it seems my expectations had been subverted.” - Malleus

“Tch. Cloche can play the victim when needed, I’ll give him that. Manipulating his curse to his advantage makes him no better than those Night Raven College miscreants he claimed to have disassociated with.” - ???

Extras/Trivia:

- Birthday: May 12

- ISTJ-T/6w5

- “She/Her” is only used in a meta/narration sense, otherwise— she uses “he/him”

- When Cloche is in her cat form, she has no conscious thoughts and move as if she’s on autopilot, like a normal cat.

- Cloche has no distinct handwriting. It varies depending on what she’s writing and who it’s for— yet even then, no two letters look the same. (Unless forging)

- Cloche has no inner fur in her ears. It’s to signify that the cat ears are unnatural— fake.

- Has a habit of either covering her mouth with her hand/sleeve or turning away whenever she breaks into a genuine smile. Can smile on command for a camera (cosplayer intuition).

- Goes to the school forest to calm down whenever she feels emotional or if she has an inkling that her feral side will come out

- Cloche has germaphobic tendencies.

- Has a habit of biting her index finger or thumb to suppress pain/excessive laughter.

- School ghosts and paintings are fond of Cloche for always being respectful and fixing their frames, the Ramshackle ghosts, especially.

Gallery:

Cards:

Groovy!! [SR Tsumsitter]

Groovy!! [SSR Union/Birthday Jacket]

[SR Luxe Couture]

[SSR Birthday Bloom]

#hiiiii so I made a new cloche bio for the sake of clarity-#now that I’ve finally settled on her lore and I’m taking her more seriously than a silly meme yuu- I think I’m happy with this?#oc: cloche🎊#cat scribblez 🌸#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #my art #twst yuu #twst mc #twst ocs #twst disney #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #yuusona #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #twst art #twisted wonderland art

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11 Good Omens Fic Favorites

a.k.a. I was going to choose my personal top ten but was too indecisive

One of my fandom resolutions for 2023 is to get back into reccing, so here’s a very casual GO rec list to kick things off! Fics are ordered longest to shortest.

As with any rec list, please read the warnings and tags on ao3 and make whatever decisions are best for you. I hope you enjoy!

the bucket list by darcylindbergh (@forineffablereasons)

There was a certain look that Aziraphale wore occasionally—a pinched sort of moue that looked like he’d just taken a very large mouthful of cinnamon—which meant he thought Crowley was being ridiculous. He had put it on. “Hang on,” he had said. “You want us to do human things?” * If you're going to go native, you might as well go all the way.

absolutely stunning, I wanted to take breaks while reading to really let it all sink in, I felt ALL THE EMOTIONS (44k, incomplete, E)

Your Mirror by equestrianstatue (@justlikeeddie)

I'll be your mirror; reflect what you are, in case you don't know. Crowley drummed his fingers briefly against his mug, and then sat back a little in his chair. He gave Aziraphale a long, appraising glance, and then seemed to come to some decision. “Listen, angel,” he said, “let me pitch you something.” Lulled by the familiar patter of Crowley’s voice as he was, Aziraphale still recognised this to be vaguely dangerous territory. He swallowed. “Go on,” he said.

one of the best-executed non-linear narrative fics I've ever read—just masterful, really peels back the layers in their relationship (28k, E)

This Soul Outstreaming by Rend_Herring

“Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault. Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap. When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks. Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

sad, tender, funny, and romantic with beautiful prose, really just everything you want, so many quotable lines (22k, E)

Lay me down in Eden by caricari (@heycaricari)

Two supernatural entities go for a walk and Crowley gets more than he bargained for.

SO ROMANTIC OH MY GOD in the dialogue, interior monologue, and actions, excellent characterization, so pure (then explicit lol) (17k, E)

You've Got Kudos by curtaincall (@fremulon)

Aziraphale and Crowley both write fanfiction. As it happens, they both write Good Omens fanfiction. Of course, neither of them would ever admit this to the other. (A love story told primarily in AO3 comments)

this is the most meta thing ever lmao, really impressive skins for the ao3 look—pay attention to all the little details like usernames, etc. (4k, M)

build me a city, call it jerusalem by gyzym (@gyzym)

Man begets man begets The Tales of Men, and there's nothing godly in that; Those Above and Them Below haven't any need for the stories humans have been hungry for since the snake and the Angel with the flaming sword.

pre-show fic written in 2012, leans heavily into religious themes and Biblical references, melancholic, spare but beautiful writing style (3k, T)

The Gift by entanglednow (@entanglednow)

In which there is a little wooden elephant, and a long overdue confession.

simple yet checks all the boxes, very very soft and sweet, the DEVOTION, more biblical settings, truly just lovely (3k, T)

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian (@darkpurpledawn)

What are you supposed to do when you've been fired from your sweet job in Hell for thwarting the schemes of Satan, you've got a swanky flat in Mayfair, and you're looking for an excuse to spend all your time in someone else's bookshop? Obviously, you turn to the dubious world of short-term vacation rentals. The resulting Airbnb property has been variously described as "an instagram trap," "a vampire den but make it botanical," and "the weirdest bed and breakfast in the shared history of beds and breakfasting."

a highly entertaining series of Airbnb reviews of Crowley’s flat—every single one kills me, as do our ineffable duo’s cameos (3k, G)

Kissing, Accidentally. by skybound2 (@skybound2)

Crowley doesn’t mean to kiss him, really. It just sort of…happens. An…automatic response, if you will. An unintended automatic response. Unexpected, even. It’s not planned, that’s what he’s trying to say. ~~~ Or the one where Crowley gives in and kisses Aziraphale while he has him pinned against a wall.

winner of best use of footnotes, hilarious, Crowley is WHIPPED and an absolute disaster of a demon, just delightful (2k, G)

Too Generous by rfsmiley (@redfacesmiley)

“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.” Or: what happened after the [ we all got hit by a ] bus scene (aka "you could stay at my place, if you like")….

the TENSION, the PINING, ahh my heart was in my throat, excellent dialogue, and multiple P&P references (1.5k, T)

Interwoven Footsteps by skybound2 (@skybound2)

It takes them a while to get there. Six thousand years, give or take. But they get there.

criminally underappreciated (probably because it's super short), gorgeous, lush, sweet, their whole story in under 1k words (700, T)

#good omens fic recs #good omens #ineffable spouses #bfe fic recs #fic recs #long post

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just-1other-nerd · 10 months

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Good Omens live blog ep. 12

Once again, did not totally forget this one in my drafts, I don't know why you're saying that...

He doesn't have real candles anymore, after the incident

How did he know from which class Muriel was?

I like the way he contrasts heaven so much, it just looks so weirdly pretty. Also, he's just got the gayest walk

Oh no, not the angel outfit

Maggie, love, now is the wrong time to awake your inner badass. Aaand just minutes later we've got an I told you so situation

The circle is such a nice callback and clever as well

The Muriel Crowley combo is one of the best things in this season

Crowley was high up in the heavenly ranking? I just know that there will be so many fan theories

Gabriel, or shall I say Jim, is just enjoying the chaos

Did Gabriel just say "Nah", like for real? He's such a bitch

Why is Saraqael so chill right now?

I'll do myself one better: Why was Gabriel so chill about going to hell? Very sus

So that was the institutional problem, a bit unspectacular if you ask me

Not the BOOKS!!! As a fellow bookseller, this season really hurts me as much as the last one. Why do they keep doing this?

So halos are weapons? Cool. Idk how to explain it, but he throws it in such a gay way. Are they dead? Discorporated? Unconscious?

Love how Crowley just keeps giving orders, and they just follow them like he isn't a demon

So we got the high-ranking angels there, Lord Beelzebub and this seemingly high-ranking demon, but wtf is Furfur doing there?

Crowley just keeps insisting that there is no war and weirdly everyone listens?!

Saraqael has got the sass

I knew something was up with the fly! But I thought it was a false lead or to spy on them, not a container of Gabriel's memories!

Beelzebub is strangely nice and gentle

INEFFABLE BUREAUCRACY IS CANON?! I thought of this more as a fun crackship, and I thought it was so silly that this would never become canon, so I didn't expect the fly to be connected to Beelzebub in a good way.

When he shows them the statue, they just make an "okay weird" face and move on, I think that's hilarious

How his love for Beelzebub not only makes him do a miracle but also appreciate earthly things

But that montage convinced me that they deserve a happy ending somewhere where they can't hurt anyone. The way they look at each other. Damn Beelzebub has a pretty smile

Today everyone seems to forget Saraqael's name

Crowley's got such a fun dynamic with so many people

Oh, that one guy is still alive

Maggie makes some moves, you go girl!

The way Crowley proudly watches when Aziraphale becomes bossy

Alpha Centauri is back, I can't cope!!!

They're singing their song, that's so cute

Shax and Furfur being besties, like slay

Is that the Metatron? What is he doing here? I sense something bad coming

The way Crowley recognises him before everyone else is so funny

The Ritz, oh my God, the Ritz! And alone time?! Like a date?!

Crowley is putting everything back to where it was, that's husband behaviour

Nina and Maggie speaking the truth! And Nina called her angel! Best advice, 10/10. Is this really happening? Will the ineffable husbands really become canon? So excited!

The romantic music from the Blitz!

No, Aziraphale, don't interrupt him now!

Please, don't let that go to where I think it's going!

FUCK IT IS!!!

Aziraphale, I know you really believe what you're saying, but I'm with Crowley on this one!

We get a love confession anyways? I think I might be dying. The way he looks up trying not to cry, like same.

So many daggers are being put directly into my heart right now!

The sunglasses, NOOOOOO!

He really does understand it better than you, but he needs to explain it! There is so much more to say!

No nightingales. Really?! Neil knows the fandom to well, he knows exactly where to hit us, so that it really hurts. I love and despise him for this

Oh my God, it's happening, everybody stay calm, stay fucking calm! They really just kissed! It's canon y'all! But also: not like this! NOT THIS DESPERATELY AND NOT THIS DEVASTATINGLY! I'M IN AGONY!

Not the "I forgive you"! Aziraphale, you idiot, I can't even express why that line and Crowley's answer are so damn emotional and full of meaning. The parallels! I can't cope! I literally rolled off the couch, and now I'm lying on the carpet crying!

Not the lip touch!

I don't think Muriel will do any harm to the shop, but they'll probably make lots of mistakes...

He doesn't take anything with him because Crowley was the only thing that really mattered!

Crowley judgingly and sadly looking at Aziraphale and the Metatron makes the pieces of my heart break again! And the dramatic strings in the background aren't helping!

The second coming?! We're in for a wild ride in season 3, not only emotionally and characterwise but also plotwise! I literally can't wait!

I can't help but hope that he won't step into this elevator until the last second, but somewhere inside me, I know that he just isn't there yet in his character development

Crowley looks so heartbroken, he finally sees their relationship for what it is and now he's lost it! He's shutting down the nightinggales song and drives away expressionless

WHAT KIND OF AN ENDING IS THIS?! WHAT THE FUCK, NEIL, WHAT THE FUCK! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO US! ONLY SEASON 3 MIGHT BE ABLE TO HEAL US, BUT IT'LL TAKE FOREVER TIL IT'S OUT!

Loved this season, but damn do I feel an emotional overload and I have a love/hate relationship with that ending because as an aspiring writer, I would have done the same, it's brilliant, but it hurts so much!

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tixdixl · 1 month

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How about midnight for all 4 of your guys 👀

Thank you so much!!!

Oh this is a good one.

*cracks knuckles*

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

Oisín: This answer honestly has 2 answers, so I will break them down in a way that makes sense.

To start, Oisín would never openly admit this, but after having a chance to develop very deep and strong personal relationships, they are afraid that they might do something to accidentally push them away or they might accidentally self-sabatoge their relationships. After spending so much time isolated and alone, and spending so much time fighting for a relationship that almost destroyed itself, they don't want to make the same mistakes again. They don't want to be alone again either.

Oisín also has to contend with nightmares that strike them as odd. I've spoken a bit about this here, but it's definitely an odd sensation when you are a creature of death and yet your dreams are plagued with visions of the past, with people you knew slaughtered, and with those you love now being brutally killed in front of you.

Being a creature of the night, whenever they need to clear their head (pun intended) they often go up onto the rooves of NRC and just sit and lurk, enjoying the evening solitude.

Kingsley: During his freshman year specifically - while he would never admit it - he is afraid of disappointing his parents and the consequences of what will happen if hw doesn't achieve their approval by the time he graduates. He's been tasked with "self-improvement" to become an "heir worthy of actually ruling". This actively drives everything he does until Jack, @cyanide-latte 's Copper, and @ramshacklerumble 's Gia start breaking through that absolutely steeled shell that this starts to change. By the time he reaches sophomore, junior, and senior year, that sort of changes to being afraid of letting his friends down.

If he needs to clear his head, he often will go out and do some target practice with his axes - much to Crowley's disapproval.

Emil: So this is a whole thing that actually leads to him going into Overblot. During his freshman and sophomore year, he starts searching for a way to prolong his younger sibling's life in order to buy himself time until he can find a cure for their terminal illness. When he gets the text from his mom that Riv is practically on their deathbed, Emil spirals. He stops eating. He stops sleeping. He starts skipping classes. And spends every waking hour working on trying to create a philosopher's stone... TLDR: He's afraid of losing his sibling.

Post-Overblot though, this is actually something I am in the process of sorting out. So I will definitely come back to this.

René: They don't exactly strike me as the sort to have many anxieties? But I guess the long and short of it is that once they get the taste of freedom, they are afraid that their father will metaphorically clip their wings. They become afraid of losing the freedom to be their own person. I don't think they necessarily have nightmares over it? But it does lead to them Overblotting.

Post-Overblot though, I think they have reocurring nightmares about the Overblot fight. About hurting the people they have come to love and cherish. (I sense a fic coming from this lol)

Thanks again!

Prompt List

Tag list: @cyanide-latte @simons-twsted-children @inmateofthemind @ramshacklerumble

@elenauaurs @rainesol (lmk if you want to be added)

#twst ocs #twst #my ocs #seris talks #oc asks #Oisín Anbás #Kingsley Tyr #René Lamar #Emil Lehr

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adrianasunderworld · 8 months

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Welcome to White Ash

Having some block, managed a drabble of Isabelle first going to White Ash.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

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"Ma'am, are you sure about this?" The assistant to the Headmage asked as they walked down the silvery halls of White Ash Castle. "A magicless Night Raven student at White Ash? And their monster companion? I've never heard of such a thing. It simply isn't done."

"It will be fine, Constance," Headmage Cristalería said calmly. "Though our school is an arcane academy, it is first and foremost an equal opportunity one. Miss Rosa adapted well to Night Raven, I'm sure she will be just fine here."

"Yes… but even so, Ma'am. You know how Night Raven boys can get, aren't you at least worried some of their behavior has rubbed off on her and she'll cause trouble?"

"Not at all. I've met her, and she's a pleasant young lady. Mr. Crowley said she would be no trouble."

Constance frowned, "That does not give me peace of mind at all."

"Mr. Trein also spoke highly of her."

"That's better."

"Now, where is Lily? Lily!" Headmage Cristalería called out for her ward as she walked down the marble stairs to the main entry hall.

"Here, Miss Clara!" Lily walked over to the landing of the staircase with her roommate trailing behind.

"And Marina, excellent." Clara said

"Are they almost here?" Marina asked.

"Almost."

"Is everything prepared?” Constance asked,” This new student will be lodging with you both during her stay."

Lily nodded. "Yes Miss Wary, our room is ready."

“Her uniform-”

“Waiting for her in the wardrobe.” Marina assured.

“The text-”

“Book too.” Lily interrupted.

“See Constance?” The headmage said. “Everything is in order. All that is left is to welcome Miss Rosa with open arms.”

“Very well, Ma’am.”

“Now, the carriage should be here any moment, lets go out to greet.” Clara ushered them all outside as the silvery gates opened outside.

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“Fancy ride.” Isabelle commented at the pumpkin shaped carriage that had been sent for her. The gold vines that creeped around it elegantly. The white seats inside were pristine and soft. The whole thing moved so smoothly she couldn’t feel a thing, she wasn't even sure the wheels were on the ground. “This is how they get around?”

Crowely who had made himself comfortable in the seat across from her nodded. “Indeed. While we use the dark mirror to reach destinations, the ladies fo White Ash have several of these carriages for use.”

“Why not use the mirror to go there anyway? Wouldn’t it have been faster?” Grim asked from where he was comfortably curled up beside Isabelle.

“Headmage Cristaleria wanted you to have the full experience as much as you could.” Crowley explained. “Honestly she insisted upon it. That's why you also have those glass slippers, as is customary.”

“Still surprised how well they fit.” Isabelle commented as she watched the gate of Night Raven College draw closer. Crowley had explained once they passed it they would be magically taken across the water to where The White Ash Institute was. Headmage Cristeleria had offered her to come for a few weeks on a temporary study. “I hope this goes well.”

“I’m sure it will,” Crowely said, “Knowing Cristaleria, she won’t allow anything else. If there is one thing I can assure you of, she’s reliable and keeps things running smoothly.”

“I think that's the first time I haven’t heard you complain about her.”

Crowely cleared his throat just as they passed the gate and magic did its job of teleporting the carriage. “Eh hem. Yes. Well. Despite disagreements, I respect her. And you will respect her as well while you are there.”

The corners of Isabelle's lips turned upward as she tried not to smirk. “I promise, I’ll be good.”

“Good. …Oh look, we’re here.”

Grim hopped into her lap as he joined her in looking out the window to see the ride up to White Ash. It was right at the edge of town and she could hear the sound of the horses pulling the carriage against the cobblestone road. Even with the tall white stone wall that enclosed the grounds, she was still able to see the vines covered in flowers that hung over them, and the very top of the towers of the castle. Even from Sages Island she had been able to see the shape of this place in the distance. And as they reached the silvery gates, she saw the whole thing for the first time.

To say White Ash Castle was the thing of fairytales was understatement. It’s white brick walls, and tall towers felt so grand. It’s rooftops had varying shapes of light pink and pale blues. And it’s tallest point was a large ornate clock tower. Roses in all colors went up the vines on its side, and the whole place seemed to shine like polished glass. She expected a princess from a story book to let down her hair from one of the towers at any moment.

“It’s beautiful,” Isabelle managed to say, open mouthed and wide eyed.

“Fancy…” Grim agreed.

‘I suppose, if you like that sort of blinding brightness thing.” Crowley commented.

Isabelle snapped out of her awe and rolled her eyes. “I do, actually. And I’m going to tell Headmage Cristaleria you said that. Oh look, there she is now!”

“Wait, I didn’t mean-”

By then the carriage had come to a complete halt at the front steps of the school, and she threw open the carriage door without a second thought. “Hello!”

“Hello, Miss Rosa,” The fae woman smiled as she greeted Isabelle warmly with open arms, “Welcome to The White Ash Institute, we’re so happy to have you with us.”

“And I’m happy to be here,” She grinned and waved to the trio that had joined the headmistress. One was a serious looking woman with her dark hair pulled back in the neatest bun she had ever seen. The other two were students. A black haired girl and the other a cat beastgirl. Both smiled and waved back while the woman politely nodded in acknowledgment.

“Isabelle, I’d like to introduce you to my assistant, Constance Wary.”

“How do you do.” Miss Wary greeted.

“And your new roomates fro your stay. Marina.”

“Hello!” The cat girl greeted.

“And my own ward, Lily.”

“Hi.” the dark haired girl smiled, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“And I’m the great Grim!” Grim hopped around to get everyone's attention.

“Don’t worry, you aren’t forgotten,” Headmage Cristaleria assured him.

Crowley cleared his throat. "On behalf of Night Raven College, we look forward to having our Prefect take part in this study program at your fine, beautiful, and not blinding institution."

Isabelle bit her lip, trying not to laugh and look serious. "Yes, your school is gorgeous."

Cristalería looked confused for a moment and seemed to decide not to ask further before clapping her hands together and gesturing towards the front entrance. "Uh huh…Let's proceed with the tour. The sooner we show you around the sooner you can settle. Will you be joining us, Mr. Crowley?"

"Yes, lead the way."

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"The White Ash Institute was founded over five hundred years ago by my grandmother, Marvella Cristalería." The woman gestured to the large painting in the gallery of another fae woman that looked a lot like her only in a blue cloak. "At the time education of the arcane academies were often only available to the upper classes and thus, this institution was founded to give young ladies from all walks of life a chance to hone their gifts. From scullery maids to a princess, our doors have been open to all for centuries."

Isabelle stared up at the painting of White Ash founder. She could see the resemblance to Clara, even if the founder looked older. They had the same fluffy white hair and upturned nose. Though Isabelle was more in awe at the size of the portrait and many like it in the hall. It was more like a framed mural than a portrait. "These things are huge…" she whispered to herself.

Marina beside her stifled a giggle. "Everyone says that."

"It's scary when they move." Lily added. "Took me a while to get used to"

Miss Wary cleared her throat and looked at the girls sternly for talking while the headmage continued to talk about the schools history and explaining the rooms.

"Through here is the library, and down this hall is the ballroom. We offer many dance lessons if you ever feel so inclined."

As she continued on, Grims ears stood at attention and the hairs on the back of his spine stood up.

"Grim, what is it?" Isabelle asked in a hushed tone.

"There's something there…" Grim said, his pupils slitted before pouncing on something as the group moved forward.

Crowley immediately took notice and began to panic. "No no no, Grim, stop it!" The headmage whisper yelled.

Isabelle not knowing what else to do picked Grim up and there was a squirming mouse hanging from Grims mouth. It was scared but unharmed.

Crowley continued to panic as Isabelle tried to get Grim to drop it. She didn't know why it mattered so much, but went along anyway.

"Drop it-" Crowley practically pleaded as he tried to get Grim to release.

"Next, we will- OH GOODNESS!" The group finally turned around and noticed their guests had fallen behind and Headmage Cristalería looked absolutely horrified at the sight she found. "Let go of that poor mouse this instant!"

That seemed to snap Grim out of it, and he dropped the mouse into Crowleys hand, who handed it off to Cristalería, who was signing in relief and comforting the little creature.

"Headmage, I am so sorry if that is your pet or familiar." Isabelle started saying very quickly. "Grim has hunted rats and stuff back at night Raven, and-"

"It was a lapse of judgment, it won't happen again." Crowley continued as they kept apologizing.

"It's a mouse, what's the big deal?" Grim finally said, Crowley shot him a disapproving look.

Headmage Cristalería took a moment to inspect the mouse before signing in relief. "No harm done. Good. But Grim, so long as you are on White Ash grounds, you must not hunt any of the mice, do you understand?" She said sternly.

"Yeah, but why?"

"The mice here are friends. They help students and take messages, and yes can act as familiars if needed. You are to never purposely harm one, do I make myself clear?"

Grim gulped, seeing the usually kind woman be so gravely serious was enough to make him nod. "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Good." She crouched down and gently let the mouse down into the floor, where it scurried away to a teeny tiny door shaped hole in the wall. "Off you go little one."

Isabelle glanced over to the rest of the group, and noted that Miss Wary had looked on disapprovingly. She got a feeling this was going to be a trend for her stay.

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"Did we mess up already?" Isabelle asked as she sat on the bed of her White Ash dorm room. Grim had already made himself comfortable by curling up on the pillow and napping.

"No," Marina replied as she sat on her own bed. The room was large and circular, located in one of the many towers of the castle. So it was divided into thirds with a bed in each, so she could see the other two clearly. "It's an honest mistake, really. Plenty of cat familiars have done the same thing."

"Miss Wary looked at me like I did it though,"

"She's like that with everyone," Lily said. "It's not you, so much as-"

"You being from Night Raven." Marina finished.

"What does that mean?"

"We over heard her talking to Miss Clara before you got here," Lily said, "She was worried you might cause trouble because of how some of the students at your school are "

"Hey, they're not," Isabelle paused and remembered all the fights, Rivalrys, and then some that her classmates committed and roped her into, "Nevermind. They are bad. But not ALL bad."

"We know," Marina assured. "Just don't worry too much about Miss Wary. She hates change. You just have to let her calm down and see for herself that you won't cause trouble."

"She's right," Lily replied. "You'll be fine. Besides. It was funny to see Mr. Crowley panic."

"I've never seen the yellow of his eyes go so wide in that mask!" Marina laughed. "I don't think he stopped apologizing to Headmage Cristalería until he left."

Isabelle laughed as well. They were probably right. Things would be fine in the long run, she was sure of it

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #miss yuu #twst fanschool #the white ash institute #dire crowley #twst grim #clara cristalería #isabelle rosa #lily cub #marina adelaide #cosntance wary

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frootloopscos · 2 months

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Welcome to the Villians' World (4)

Previously

"(Y/N) huh? Name's got an odd ring to it." Ace said crossing his arms. "I'm not anyone's hench-human Grim, but it's nice to meet you." (Y/N) said with a short bow. "So tell me Ace, is that Lion with the scar on its eye a famous ruler too?" Grim asked pointing to the Lion statue. Ace nods, "of course!" He said and began to explain the Lion and all the other statues to the unusual duo. "Pretty cool, huh? Not like some piddling weasel." (Y/N), who had been silent during the explanation set a hand on Grim and glared at Ace, "what was that?" They asked him as they reached back, putting a hand on one of their two larger swords.

Now

Ace began to laugh at the two, "I can't hold it back anymore!" He said wiping a fake tear from his eye. "Come on, you're the ones who tired orientation into such a fiasco, right? The one summoned by the Dark Mirror who can't even use magic, and the monster no one summoned at all. It took everything I had in my to not burst out laughing in the middle of the ceremony!" Grim growled, "hey! You don't gotta be a jerk about it!" Ace smirked, "so in the end, neither of you got admitted and now you're bodyguards? That's so lame!" He said, still laughing at them.

"Say it again Ace." The demon slayer said taking Grim off their shoulder and taking out their two large swords, designed after their pops. "Oh what? You gonna hurt me? You're both so clueless you don't even know who the Great Seven are. Not a single one! Maybe before you try getting into the academy again, you take a second crack at kindergarten?" He said in a childlike mocking voice to Grim before he burst out laughing again. Grim scowled and began to puff up, (Y/N) put their arm in front of him, "calm down Grim, let me handle this." They said but Ace just decided he needed to keep talking.

"I just thought I'd tease you two a bit, I'm glad I did. It's been a blast! Unlike you, I actually have classes to get to so I'll let you get back to "guarding" the school. Bye!" He began to walk away and (Y/N) once again attempted to get grim to calm down. Too late. He puffed up again and shot fire at the ginger. Ace deflected it with some sort of wind; and just like that they stared a full fight. (Y/N) began to notice the students starting to crowd around the three of them. "Not good," they mumbled to themself while watching the two. They needed to stop it before something bad happened.

But they couldn't, the next thing they knew they saw one of Grim's blue fireballs shooting towards one of the statues. "No!" They yelled running in front of it and attempting to deflect the blow, but it's not a breathing technique, so they got hit. (Y/N) was sent backwards, their back slamming into the stone. They yelled out in pain and anger as they felt the new throbbing from their chest and back. "Shit," Ace said seeing the enby on the ground. "This is your fault for trying to divert it! You shoulda just let it burn you to a crisp!" Grim said running over to (Y/N). "Who in their right mind would ever do that?!" Ace yelled while trying to look for a way out of the situation he was in.

Grim rubbed up against (Y/N)'s leg, "I'm sorry (Y/N) he said quietly." "What is going on here?!" A voice yelled, the three looked over to see Crowley, "oh no! The headmage!" Ace said knowing he was in for it now. Both he and Grim were wrapped up in Crowley's Lash of Love, "the likes of you will never flee from me! Did I not just warn you "no more incidents" now you've gone and injured our bodyguard. That means I'll have to pay for the medical bills...unless Crewel takes care of them." Crowley shook his head, "it's almost as though you want to be expelled!" He said with a glare. "No! Forgive me!" Ace yelled in anguish. "This will not do. And you! State your name and grade." He said looking at Ace.

"Ace Trappola... Freshman." Ace said in defeat, "then listen well, Trappola. You too Grim, as punishment for today's infractions; you are nearby ordered to wash a hundred windows!" Crowley said in a stern tone, the boys looked at him in shock. "You will meet in the cafeteria after classes, are we clear?" "Yes sir." Ace said and looked to (Y/N), "well what about them?" Crowley let the boy and the monster go, "(Y/N) will be tended to by Professior Crewel, they will be overseeing your punishment later." He said as he picked (Y/N) up, "now, off to class Trappola."

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Damn, this one is kinda short so I'm sorry. Next one we get to meet crewel yayyyy

Word count: 837

Published to Wattpad: Sep. 1st, 2023

Published to Tumblr: April 24th, 2024

Edited: n/a

#twisted wonderland #twst #frootloopscoswrites #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #dire crowley #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland demon slayer crossover #demon slayer #twst deuce #twst ace #ace trappola #idk how to tag this #how do i tag this #how to tag?#kimetsu no yaiba

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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Hello! Mom anon here! After playing through Chapter 6, my mom is terrified for Yuu's well-being.

First off, she was scared for life and crying her eyes out when Grim, Vil and Jamil were taken away. She especially felt bad for Kalim and Trey throughout the chapter. She also got deeply concerned because Ramshackle was destroyed.

As each boy was taken away, my mother got more scared and was pissed at Idia. She did understand he didn't want to do this though. She also refused to believe Ortho could do any harm.

When Crowley got taken away, she legit didn't even feel bad for him.

When the boys were being taken away, she thought Leona letting Riddle nap on his lap was kinda cute. She was shook at the reveal that Idia was from a famous family. "Still a capitalist I see" was what she said about Azul.

She was crying about Deuce and Ace. Crewel is now her favorite teacher.

She found it sweet that Epel and Rook wanted to save Vil but pitied Yuu.

She thought the whole gaming part was hilarious as well as her favorite.

Now Rook is her second favorite character.

She was crying for Ortho and Grim the whole chapter.

She felt really bad for Malleus because it reminded her of when she was a teenager. Let's just say my mom used to think she didn't need friends bit it all changed when she started warming up to people.

She was so proud of Epel for getting his unique magic.

Vil kissing Epel, Rook and Yuu was so sweet.

She thought the team ups were interesting especially Jamil and Leona.

Lol she thought the monsters were a fuss.

The Shroud brothers' backstory made her BAWL her eyes out but she was also angrily wondering where the parents were.

She felt bad for Vil turning old and was happy to see him get his young self back.

White haired Riddle is her new favorite thing.

The reunion was sweet to her, especially with ADeuce, Grim and Yuu.

She now calls Malleus "Our Lord and Savior, MalMal"

She's happy that Ramshackle got fixed.

Mama legit bursted into tears of joy when she saw Ortho again. "OH MY GOD!! He's a part of the first years! I'm so happy!"

Overall, she's glad that everything's fine for now.

Now she's worried for Malleus and all of Diasomnia. The trailer for Chapter 7 made her shout "Don't you dare try to put everyone to sleep, Tsunotaro!!"

Crowley is still on her hit list 😂.

[Here’s the other installments for the Mom Anon: Ep 2 / Ep 3 / Ep 4 / Ep 5]

There’s no Ep 1 for Heartslabyul—

Hello again and welcome back!

While I do enjoy chatting about TWST 😅 I ask that you try to cut down on the size of your asks for the future; this one and the episode 5 one have been particularly bulky. I understand that this is likely a function of the main story getting progressively longer, but please try to do your best to summarize the most relevant points.

Making each line is a new point doesn’t leave me with a lot that is meaningful to comment on, so parts of my response may be short or skip over some sections altogether 💦

Thank you for understanding! 🙏 I’m going to spoiler tag this response since 6 is just starting to be released for EN and I don’t want to spoil anyone that wants to go in blind.

I think episode 6 definitely has one of the most bombastic starts of all the main story episodes, and it manages to maintain that momentum for quite a bit. No one was quite expecting the mass raid and kidnapping 😂 we were just joking around about Vil kicking down the door and dragging Idia away from his video games kicking and screaming. 6 is when we get a lot of payoff for all of the OBs that have already transpired earlier in the plot, so the fear really kicks in. It also gives an opportunity for the non-OB boys to step up and do something in the absence of key members of their respective dorms (ie maintain order and keep the mob students from panicking).

There was an initial outcry when the first part of episode 6 released, with the rage being directed at Idia. A lot of people believed that he was the one responsible for the kidnappings and that he would subject the OB boys to unspeakable horrors as test subjects 😔 but it later turns out he’s an unwilling participant (his parents ordered him to), and the experiments mainly consist of simulated battles and playing video games. The test subjects also torment Idia as much as he torments them sooo I guess it’s even?? I just wish people hadn’t jumped to conclusions or had been so reactionary. I understand feeling worried for the safety of the characters, but some of the things being said at the time definitely weren’t warranted and went too far 💦

Something that episode 6 does well is demonstrating the bonds that have been built between the various characters in the core cast. There’s determination in Ace and Deuce rushing in to protect their friends, Pomefiore and Yuu going out of their way to rescue Vil and Grim, the strength of the vices (+ Kalim) and the NRC staff staying behind to keep the school together, and the various OB boys teaming up to venture into S.T.Y.X.’s headquarters. Everyone bands together and tries working things out in their own ways. Yeah, they hit a few (okay, a LOT of) bumps in the road, but they’re able to pull it off in the end. 6 definitely gave me a lot of food for thought, especially on the OB boys and how they have changed since their initial appearances. (I wrote this analysis of the various groupings!) I’m looking forward to rereading the localization of 6 in EN just to experience the magic again 😤

dbjssbkwns It’s good to know that Rook’s getting some appreciation 😂 He’s really the one driving this whole rescue mission with his unique magic/signature spell, so he deserves the praise!

I was in the same boat as Rook, Epel, and Yuu when Vil asked if he could hug and kiss them! I was shocked that he could be so affectionate bfjsbsksns and even funnier, that means Vil’s the first of the TWST cast to canonically kiss the player (most likely on the cheek). The TWST OC/TWSTsona community likes to romantically ship their own Yuus with various boys in the cast (and a lot of us initially got into TWST thinking it was a dating sim), so Vil giving a kiss of thanks is kind of a funny (but probably unintentional) subversion of that.

First it was Deuce in 5, then it’s Epel getting his unique magic/signature spell in 6! (I’m hoping this means Ace discovers his in 7 😭) I really liked that Rook served as a mentor figure to Epel and helped to guide him in stilling his nerves and directing his newly discovered magic! He’s like a proud parent…

Episode 6 is notorious for its time-gating snd restrictive battles (which were not seen in previous episodes). This can be very frustrating so 💦 I hope the EN players are prepared to deal with it! Some of the battles are super tough and will require a diverse card pool to achieve victory. Luckily though, some time can be saved because the JP players have already figured out and posted the answers to some of the puzzles online.

I think the Shroud brothers’ backstory was the only one of the OB boys that made me cry 🥲 It was just so emotionally resonant in a way that the others weren’t. (I also wrote an analysis about Idia, Ortho, and coping with loss, if you’re interested in that!) I believe the commonly accepted theory is that the Shroud parents are absent or hands-off when it comes to child rearing; there’s subtle hints of it throughout 6, such as Idia saying his parents care more about getting results than their son’s feelings and how it is the researchers that check on Idia a few years after Ortho’s passing rather than the Shroud parents.

Vil turning old in his selfless effort to save Idia was a clever way to incorporate the “hag” form of the Evil Queen for whom he is twisted from. It also helps his character arc come full circle 🥺 when he repeats the same words Rook spoke to him at the end of episode 5… “In this moment, I am the fairest of them all”, while looking old and decrepit… It shows that Vil has come to truly love himself in spite of how others may perceive him.

dbksbwjxnsk?vdhw Albino hair goldfishie is cute 🥰

The reunion of everyone at the end was one of the best parts of 6 (though let’s be fair, 6 had a LOT of really bangin’ parts), especially considering that this is happening so close to “the end”. You come to see and appreciate just how far you—and, by extension—all of these characters have come, the genuine friendships they’ve formed… and how that’s all going to go away very, VERY soon (due to Lilia and Malleus’s ominous conversation about the brevity of human life, and how the bonds they form make them stronger). You just KNOW the next episode will tackle mortality, loneliness, and losing the ones you love most (particularly because Yuu finding a way home will become relevant again). It makes 6’s ending super bittersweet.

Ramshackle gets fixed and we get to enjoy that luxury for all of 5 seconds before heading home—

I was so pumped seeing Ortho finally being realized as his own person and a student independent of Idia 😭 He’s the robot that was able to turn into a “real boy”, against all odds. He was able to take that 0.01% and turn that slim possibility into 100%. Ortho has definitely earned his spot at school and in all of our hearts!!

I didn’t really care what happened to Crowley when I was actually playing 6, but now I want 7 to explain what he was up to during that time 🤔 Like, we never know what he was being asked about or if he was actually being interviewed at all??? I just think it’s suspicious that we’re being left in the dark about those details.

On a final note, let’s talk Malleus! I think his general struggle is something many people can relate to. Loneliness is something we’ve all experienced one way or another. Even if we’re surrounded by tons and tons of people, we can still feel isolated and alone because there’s a component of loneliness that comes from doubt, and self-imposed circumstances. In Malleus’s case, he’s so used to loneliness that it has become his status quo, and this isolation is not only perpetuated by others but also unknowingly by himself in the little ways he acts—the arrogance, the standoffishness, etc. It can even difficult to be the one to reach out, because it involves a degree of being vulnerable yourself, of letting others “see” you as you are, rather than as the front you put up for the sake of saving grace or upholding a particular image. I hope that anyone who has ever felt like this is able to overcome it and find good company as your mom has 🙏

Episode 7 ahoy! If part 1 is of any indication, we’re in for a very… exciting ride 😇 in which Malleus may or may not take any means necessary to prevent his friends and family from leaving him—

#Vil Schoenheit #Pomefiore #Rook Hunt #Malleus Draconia #Idia Shroud #Ortho Shroud #Ignihyde #Epel Felmier #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #advice #Deuce Spade #Dire Crowley #Yuu #Grim

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"Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Doctor Crowley" - Chapter 4

“So then THAT way we are both watching each other's backs. I don't know what they're planning but I am not going to put myself in a position where I may end up in a pool of holy water!”

It was out of self preservation and distrust of his fellow demons. He couldn't be too careful. “They can't keep us down here forever. Well they can. But they won't, because they decided I'm a Duke now, it gives me pull.” Crowley explained his grand idea he came up with in the past three minutes. The Doctor stood there with hesitation as Crowley removed his sunglasses. This was the first time he saw his golden eyes. Incredible. Was he sure he wasn't a descendent from one of the reptoid races? The humanoid face could only settle in so many variations until the random pattern repeats itself. There were several counts of complete strangers not related to one another get mistaken for twins. The Doctor, as nerve-wracking as this was, found all of it brilliant!

“I'm keeping my sonic screwdriver.” He declared, standing face to face with his demon-doppleganger. He grinned ear to ear and nearly bounced on the tips of his toes.

“Oooh finally I get to be a ginger!! Brilliant!”

“Ugh.”

Crowley extended his hand. The Doctor looked at it then back to him, flexing his fingers in contemplation.

“Before we do that I feel that in order for this to work… To really pull it off I need to get into your head. Psychic connection, extra layer of protection you know.”

Crowley's brow rose and his voice went low. “Pardon?”

“These demons. They've known you for several millennia right? They're probably expecting you to try something like this. What if they quiz us? See which is which if they feel something is off?”

“They aren't the sharpest crayons, Doctor, they couldn't even tell when I swapped places with the Angel. We'll be fine, you'll do great.”

“Okay, true, but can you prove to be a decent Time Lord?”

“Oh, let's see, act like a rambunctious child high on sugar? That's easy.”

The Doctor hardly blinked. He crossed his arms and then made a beckoning sweep of his hand. “Okay, you've known me for a good 20 minutes. Give me your best impression.”

Crowley paused for a moment. Oh, shit he would definitely have to pull this out of thin air, wouldn't he. This might be harder than he thought. He took a step back, stretched his neck with a growl and tried to conjure the essence of ‘the Doctor’. He ruffled his hair to stick up and widened his eyes and opened his mouth.

“Hello! I'm the Doctor and I have a glowy stick! It makes a funny noise and I have a lovely human Girlfriend who kisses people in the dark before checking! But that's alright, because although I walk in the bowels of Hell itself I fear nothing. I think it's brilliant! A holiday, a walk in the park! Whee-”

The real Doctor held his hands up to indicate STOP. “Okay that's… That proves my point. Got the hair and the teeth right sure, might want to tone it down on the rambling, but we should probably get you better acquainted with the wibble wobble jargon and a crash course on interdimensional physics and perhaps a brief rundown on the TARDIS. We really do need to psychic connect, wait Rose kissed you ?!”

Crowley shrugged, going back to his original self. “She thought I was you. Don't worry, not in the least interested. Honest mistake.”

“..Yeah I suppose you have a point there.” The Doctor trusted Rose with everything. If it was an honest mistake, it was an honest mistake no question. “Still! We really should psychic link.”

“..No.”

The Doctor, more worried and stressed as he held out his hand. “If this fails because of your stubbornness, I will not let you forget this.” There was a hint of fire in his voice and Crowley grinned, taking his hand. “Ah, good, you’re sounding like me already.”

Their clothes and hair began to shift color. The Doctor's eyes became serpent-like and Crowley's became a soft brown. His sideburns stayed, but the snake signature vanished. The Doctor finally got the red hair he wished he could have regenerated into ages ago. Once the cosmetic switch was complete he felt his hair.

“Huh. Hardly different at all.” The Doctor smiled.

“Easy for you to say.” Crowley grumbled, finding a small mirror on a desk behind the “throne” chair. He stared at himself with deep sadness. He hasn't looked anything like this in well over a millenia… Not since the fall. His face was near resonant of his angelic years. The Doctor seated himself in the “throne” with a lean and slouch, one slim leg over the armchair. “I hate everything except the Angel.” He growled, getting into character. Crowley leapt forward and gripped the Doctor's hair going nose to nose with him. “ Never, I repeat, never say that here in Hell. You will get yourself permanently discorporated so severe you can't regenerate for shit, why do I know that?”

The Doctor grinned wide.

Weird seeing that kind of alien look on his face.

“You skimmed my thoughts,” Crowley realized. Bastard!

“I needed something and this seems very much like a matter of life and death.”

“Ouh you are so irritating!” He stormed off into a corner.

“Careful, I don't talk like that! Better still, best not say anything.” The Doctor advised as someone banged on the metal door.

“Crowley. Your presence is needed in the war room.” A deep raspy voice of a lower demon spoke.

“Yes.. Of course. I'm bringing my companion with me.”

“Yes, your lordship.”

The two looked at each other. Show time.

The Doctor “Crowley” sauntered in as perfectly as the real demon. It was a crowded room of other demons, some lower, some horrendously disfigured… A true band of misfits gathering around to see the once seen “traitor” Crowley shoot his way all the way to royal Duke status. It smelt like burnt rubber, like when someone hit the breaks too hard on their car. Top that with sweat and shame. Did demons bathe at any point?! The real Crowley stood straight and attempted to look passive. They wouldn’t know how the Doctor acted, so he could do whatever he wanted. Still, it irritated him to no end that the Doctor essentially violated his trust reaching into his mind and swiped information. He wasn’t going to forget that, nor will he ever admit that it really was a good idea. He refused to.

…He also wanted to dive in again because that man’s head is intriguing. The Doctor no doubt went to Alpha Centuri. He wanted to see it and if seeing it meant through the Doctor’s eyes, he’ll do it.

Shax stood there with her lips pursed squinting at Doctor Crowley and held a golden sash slung over her arm. “Shax.” He greeted, reminding himself to mind himself.

“You know what this means. That you will lead us as the spearhead to war with Heaven. It will be your duty as a Duke of Hell.”

“....Understood.” Doctor Crowley grumbled, flexing his fingers.

Shax smiled smugly, her inhumanly sharp needle-like teeth shone in the dim fluorescent lights. An ugly smile, but one to indicate friendliness… Possibly. It was hard to tell. She put the gold sash over Crowley. “With the authority vested upon me by the former Duke Lord Beelzebub, I dub thee Lord Anthony J. Crowley, Duke of Hell. May your rule by awful and everlasting.” She declared with a hint of hatred in her voice, which was normal for her. Shax had taken his job filing paperwork when Crowley decided he had enough with Hell, stayed on top, and consorted with the enemy. Hell’s enemies had just become Crowley’s enemies again. He tried keeping a distance for so long, just going along with Hell best he could and they continued to just suck him in like quicksand.

There was some clapping, cheering, some Boo’s of disapproval that were quickly silenced by others with knives. The Doctor waved awkwardly with a forced smile.

"Are you ready for the next part?" Shax asked with a grin.

Both the Doctor and Crowley looked puzzled.

"Well you cannot have a corronation without celebration! Everyone! To the third ring! Hall 6!" Shax cheered. The rest shouted and hollered as they waved their hands and descended. Crowley's eyes lit with surprise and looked to The Doctor.

'What's happening.' The Doctor psychically asked.

'Erh... Shenanigans I think. Odd thing. Almost never happens. Not since the 70's.'

"Join us Lord Crowley! Bring your pet!" Shax beckoned before vanishing to the third ring.

'Do we go or is this a safe time to run?' Asked the Doctor.

'Not just yet, it'd raise suspicion. These things aren't too bad, you'll be fine.'

'I don't want to stay here for too long, this place isn't meant for living creatures.'

'Five minutes and that should make her happy.' Crowley grasped his wrist and subtly gestured his hand. They descended down together to the third ring of hell: Gluttony.

The best way Crowley could describe the third ring was that it was like a night club that never ended. You could step out of one large room full of incoherent strung out humans and demons and immediately find yourself in another one. A neverending labyrinth with smoke hovering low to the ground. It wasn't too different from the second ring, Lust. Matter of fact you didn't need to use the stairs to find Lust, it was right next door. The Doctor held his head up high and tried not to look at anything for longer than a second as they made it to Hall 6. It was a proper party. It smelt quite like cannabis, incense and stale beer.

The Doctor's mind reached out to Crowley making a psychic connection. 'Oh, mercy.' He wretched.

"What?" Crowley asked, not realizing what it was.

"I didn't say anything." The Doctor 'Crowley' insisted. 'It's a telepathic link. We can speak privately this way, just think what you want to say, and I'll tell your right now this smell is quite offensive.'

'You're in Hell, Doctor, what did you expect it to smell like, roses?'

'That'd be nice.'

'If you insist.' Crowley again subtly swept his hand and suddenly all the Doctor could smell was the faint aroma of lavender soap and roses, like having a soothing bubble bath.

There was alcohol and food, all mostly half rotten and the wine bitter and rough going down. It was one of the main reasons why Crowley loved Earth so much. There was no substitute for how humans did it. Many overindulged themselves, but it was no surprise to anyone given where they were. There had been an uptick of humans finding their way to the third ring. Hell had found an increase in mortals descending rather ascending. Good for Hell, concerning for Crowley, and plain terrible a sight for Heaven. They had much to celebrate over, not just their new Duke.

The demon and time lord sat beside one another on a half ripped open leather couch. Beautiful female demons were giggling and surrounded them, dressed in tight dresses. They had to be from the Lust ring. Crowley did not want to break cover, so he declined every time a greasy demon attempted to give him a beer. The Doctor took one thinking that was what he was supposed to do. Never took a sip. This was... Uncomfortable.

“You! Mortal double.” Shax pointed to The “Doctor” with a wicked gleam in her eye. She was a few drinks down already. “You travel through time, is that correct?”

“Yeah, something like that. I explore more than anything, you know. Cosmic tourist.”

“Then that means you can tell us the outcome of the war ahead.”

The Doctor chimed in, momentarily forgetting who he was supposed to be. “Bad idea, that.. Um. Well we and I spoke on that. There are.. Rules. Some that we cannot break unless you want to break space and time.”

The demons near her began to laugh. She herself grinned. “Lord Crowley, we are demons , since when do we ever follow rules?”

“When it's your very existence you are jeopardizing. Time is like fluid, you can jinx yourself. I'm not a fortune teller, but I know for a fact if we stepped on a butterfly in the past your hair could suddenly be blue! You might end up in a whole other part of this place if we messed with time.”

This made the Doctor's brow furrow with confusion.. Briefly. Not terrible lying. The butterfly effect theory was still complete rubbish, but none of these people had to know about that. He nodded. “That's what I'm talking about. Could completely jinx us entirely if we tried to see who wins.”

Shax's eyes rolled and she waved it off. “... Fine. ” There went that. “Still, though.. I bet it would be fun torturing you while we have you here. Have a beer. A nibble.”

“Nope, none of that. Plus the food here would probably get him sick.” Doctor Crowley wagged a finger in her face.

"Well, yes that's the point. Have a bit of fun, Crowley."

"I don't know about you but I'd rather not see someone with my face puking their guts out because someone put maggots in their snack cake." The Doctor snapped. Subtle "OoooooOOoooooos" could be heard in the background. “Now that I have been appointed Duke, is there any other business we have to discuss, or can we go and retire? I have things to do rather than.... this.”

Shax clicked her tongue in disappointment. “Ever since you went native living amongst the humans you've really become dull. Yes, there is some business, actually. You were appointed because of him after all.” She leaned in forward, knowing this would hurt. “Your former lover, Aziraphale. Tell us his weaknesses. What can we do to knock him off his smug high horse.”

Crowley, still appearing as the Doctor, winced before closing his eyes. They were never lovers, that was a purposeful jab, salt rubbing into the wound. He could do something quite violent for that but he knew better. He had to force a yawn to appear tired before anyone got wise. The Doctor as Crowley's jaw clenched. Why did he agree to this? Wait. He knew. Because he was clever. No doubt smarter than the demon, too. Oh did the Doctor feel so old just then.

“Well,” Doctor Crowley began, putting on his best grief struck face. Not hard to do. Guilt sometimes held him like a vice the things he had done in his past. “He was funny although he didn’t mean to. Kind to everyone, you know.. Just an angel.”

“We need more than that!” Shax snapped. “If you do not give us the information we need, I can strip you of your title and we will destroy you. And yes, before you ask, it is a threat. You know where we are.”

Oh, that was dark. There were many ways a demon could take another one down. They were surprisingly simple like how humans did it. It could simply take a cocktail of certain earth-aquired drugs and a bit of holy water... The real Crowley sat more still than a stone weeping angel. His eyes were fixated to the floor as he did his best to not accidentally make something happen. He was a powerful former archangel. He could do things other demons could not.

“Okay… Well you remember the last time you were in the shop. He could… Communicate with the other angels and… Such. If he could, it is possible he would recruit them at any time. Even on Earth. An army maybe. I suppose that’s the point, anyway…”

“I need more information! I seriously need you to open up your mind, I’m now pulling things out from thin air here!”

Crowley’s head rose to watch him walk. He quietly responded with a resonant and silent ‘Fine’. They were screwed anyway, so why not. He just didn’t want anyone in his head but it’s not like he ever had a choice, not like he ever got what he ever wanted. Ever! That’s what happened when you were a demon. Nothing ever works out for you, because nobody is there to look out for you. Ever .

The Doctor shifted and rested his elbow on his sitting Demon-Dopple's shoulders, leaning against him like a back rest. “He drank a lot of tea…” He kept on with what surface thoughts he had.

‘Let your mind go free. If there’s something you don’t want me to see, imagine a door and close it’

Crowley scoffed, shifting in irritation and discomfort from being touched. ‘Just do it you two hearted bastard’

‘No need for such language, my friend,’

‘I’m not your friend,’

The Doctor entered his mind. Woah, this demon was thousands of years old. He trumped his 900+ years, he… Oh, this was a lot. He trembled a bit and sucked in a breath. A tear fell as Crowley’s inner pain and turmoil hit him like a bag of bricks. Memories of Aziraphale and Crowley together flashed within the Doctor’s head. All their times together on Earth. Dates at The Ritz, saving and helping people, preventing Armageddon, Crowley’s desperate kiss to try convincing Aziraphale to stay…The way the angel looked at him. It was…

‘Oh, Crowley. I am so sorry,’

‘Don’t give me that shite,’

He dismissed that last comment. Crowley was shut down and numb. It was reassuring to see, however, that Crowley despite everything even now was still an optimist. He wasn’t exactly evil, he didn’t believe in killing humans, especially children. Even when ordered to do so. The Doctor decided then that he liked this one. Any demon that was repulsed by the thought of harming children was hardly a demon at all in his books. If they worked together, maybe they could thwart all of this together. It would be fun working side by side. He could already see it.

While the Doctor was reading him, Crowley realized it worked both ways. Interesting. Oh… This Doctor was an odd one wasn’t he. The last and only one of his kind. Stole a sentient time machine…Definitely had a thing for blondes, defied his own people… They weren’t too different.

‘Welcome to the group of misfit toys, Doctor.’

Ignoring Crowley, the Doctor spoke. “Aziraphale was of course you know, the guardian of the Eastern gate. He had a flaming sword, gave it away…I sort of picked it up and kept it, so there’s that. I have his sword.” He leaned forward slightly overwhelmed by the demon’s mind and shifted to one side. Fortunately this was how the real Crowley would shift and move about. Shax and the other demons were oblivious to what was happening before her. Mostly. It was still so strange seeing two of the same face.

“So he is unarmed.” Shax mused with interest.

“Oh, no not unarmed. Well – Not now at least. He’s kind to a fault.”

“And a traitor, I don’t care what rank he is, he still helped you prevent the last apocalypse.”

The Doctor shrugged. Crowley looked like was half dead. The link was starting to make him nauseous. Picking up on that, the Doctor sat back straight, still slouching with an arm over the couch to emulate Crowley's style. He was a bit dizzy himself and flexed his hands. “I believe in order to get an advantage I should turn back up to Earth to see if I can find the sword. See if I can reignite it, that sort of thing. Plus the Doctor doesn’t look too good, must be the fluorescent lighting. Or the strobes.”

The crowd of Demons began to murmur among themselves. It wasn’t too surprising a request.

“...You have your title. You can do whatever you want for the time being… Before the war.” Shax declared quietly. Her eyes lit with an idea. “Oh, that is brilliant, Lord Crowley. If you find the flaming sword, it may be just enough for you to defeat him. Permanently.”

Permanent discorporation. Shax was going to try and make him do the unthinkable. Crowley’s jaw clenched and the slightest tremors began shaking the entire floor. The lights began to sway as whatever he did triggered a low scale “Hell-Quake”

“Right…I’ll find the sword on Earth then. We’ll take the elevator out.” The Doctor said.

“Before you go, I’m sending someone with you. A personal companion to keep an eye on you two.”

“...What?” Both Crowley and the Doctor said at the same time, their voices bouncing off one another. It made Shax shiver. Creepy.

“Wayde! Front and center!” Shax shouted.

The demons from the dance floor began to push someone forward. Out came a demon with bright red eyes and scaly blue patches of skin around the frame of his face. His hair was curly and black. Stubble covered his face and when he smiled there were fangs. He was tone with muscle but seemed fidgety, like he didn’t know what to do with himself or where his place was. It was likely his first time down in the Gluttony ring. Handsome for a demon. He even threw Crowley off. Needed a new outfit perhaps, but that could be done easy enough.

“It’s Wade. W-A-D-E. Just a thing, you know. Hi. Nice to meet you. I’ve never been to Earth, is it cold up there? I’m not wearing a sweater.”

“Hello, uhm.. Currently it’s just damp up there from the rain I think. I’m sorry, is this necessary?” The Doctor asked.

Crowley squinted at Wade. He seemed new. Was he new? He couldn’t sense a lot of evil coming from this one. He didn’t smell of rot, just a ball of energy and anxiety. Maybe they mistook him for a fool? Murial would find him amusing.

“Yes, because we do not trust you to not go running to your Angel to warn him about what we intend to do.” Shax said, finishing her glass.

“Off you three go. We'll stay here and celebrate in your name, Lord.”

The Doctor had to help Crowley up. His knees were weak from the link. Oh he knew it was going to be a bad idea but not this bad. Ughhh.

“Does he need help?” Wade asked.

“Rule number one. Demons aren’t nice and we do not help others.” The Doctor corrected sharply to Wade. He hated this sort of acting but it had to be done.

“Right, sorry.”

Now Crowley understood. He was a low ranking demon. Basically Muriel’s cosmic opposite… But hot.

It took a moment, but Crowley found his footing. He shoved himself away and walked behind the Doctor. “Where’s the..” “To the left. Then another left. Then slightly sauntered down some stairs and then another right. I think.” Crowley helped, staring at the back of his head. Did his hair always curl that way? Despite feeling slightly disoriented, Crowley felt like he could breathe again as they managed to walk, mostly unescorted, back to the elevators that would finally take them back up to Earth. The Doctor focused on Rose. He needed to make sure she was alright. Crowley wanted to finish off whatever alcohol there was left in the bookshop. If he found that stupid bloody sword he swore he was going to take it and throw it into the sun. He gave Wade a side eye glance. He may not be a threat, Hell may view him as an idiot, but he knew better and did not trust him. At all.

It was all going to be… Bickity Boo.

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To follow the whole crossover fic, below is the link to it on ao3! 🥰

#ao3 writer #anthony j crowley #good omens fandom #aziracrow #ao3 fanfic #aziraphale x crowley #crowley angst #david tennant #doctor x rose #10th doctor #neil gaiman #doctor who #the tenth doctor #doctor crowley #crossover au #good omens fanfiction #good omens

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 13x19 Funeralia

“Oh hey bitch” “Did we see her last episode?”

“Her drink is purple” “Who the hell is this guy? He’s fkn stacked” laughter

“Um hello” laughter

“Her phone has a headphone jack. I wonder what it is. iPhone 6 maybe?” “what the fuck is happening? It’s not her party, but she’s the only one dancing. I don’t understand what’s going on” “wait. That’s the person she gave the purse to. Is the purse ok? I want to know what’s in the purse.” laughter “ok” “what time is it anyway?” “he went from drinking coffee to drinking beer.” “wait a second” laughter

“How does he not plow through a ball handler joke without laughing at himself?” “you done swallowing yet Sam? Fuck he swallows everything he sees” “middle aged man walking through a child’s playground with a knife. Excellent” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone ride a rail like that.” “that’s not ominous” “He’s fkn coping on that horse thing” “It’s almost like heaven is only 2 sets” “what the fuck” “I didn’t realize Idaho is the Gem State” “idk if I’ve ever been to Idaho.” “that’s not creepy at all” “why would you keep a warm cheeseburger? Put that in the fridge” “is she watching them jerk off or what?” “Maybe the reapers are into that sort of thing. Idk” “is he like a robot or some shit/“ “LaVeau is the Frenchiest name I’ve ever seen” “Just channel your inner angry French man and pronounce the name. You end up grunting since there’s nothing left to pronounce.” “CFO? Fuck her. SHe’s worth too much money anyway. Eat the rich” “how do we know that?” “You just happen to pull that out of your ass in that exact moment? Quite the ass” “Jessica has the same timbre as Eileen. She’s also unique to look at” “that’s a lot of blood” “She’s burning people she doesn’t like and the reapers coming to get them?” “His name was Collin” “That skirt looks really soft’ “Go wash your fkn hair bro” “I thought she said she’ll text you in a dress not an address” “Is this dude a golem or something?” “just knife this bitch. Come on now” “a few holes? Like your eyes and your mouth or what?” “paperwork” “9? We’ve killed them all? It’s that easy?” Keep in mind that Cas killed like thousands of angels

“You’re all a bunch of dicks, anyway. It’s fine” “sounds like a whole other show. Hell yeah brother. Let’s see it. I want that show” “Anyone ever turn that into fanfic?” “This looks like some random bar in Vegas” “Would Crowley be stuck in another dimension’s empty?” “really?” “Ya’ll be through so much together. You’re going to point a gun at her/“ “who the fuck are these people?” “what the hell is this pink dumpster?” It’s Portland dude

“You’re fucked now, asshole” “well that was easy” “not even going to stay for the speech? Come on now” “That gun is small enough to fit in a purse. Come on now” “it’s like a purse gun” “man that skirt looks really soft” “it’s gotta be that soft velvety material” “what are we doing? Stabbing his ass?” “Can’t we just kill Death instead? I feel like that’d be easier” “I didn’t see that coming. She tried” “what’s with the South Park moral of the story?” “She didn’t make the cloth noise when she left.” She’s not an angel

“Oh I didn’t realize only angels made that noise” it’s the feathers

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh” “Didn’t they have millions of angels at one point? If there were millions and they can keep the power on with 9, I’m really impressed. Are they trying to make the case for small government, because it’s not working for them” “you disrupted the natural order of things” “Given the chance, wouldn’t anybody kill Sam?” “Is this some fkn religious cult now with forgiveness and shit? Oh yeah Lucifer” “what’s up with Sam’s swallowing? ALL THE TIME? You’re not going to rehydrate off your own saliva”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural rewatch #supernatural #supernatural s13

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spn-crowley-imagines · 1 year

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The Future Queen of Hell

Another one shot featuring our favorite king. This time reader is a female demon and a loyal one to Crowley!

Warnings: None. Completely SFW.

Summary: Crowley finds out you’re trying to be the queen of hell so he goes to stab you first.

“That would be all.” Crowley dismissed a demon that came to warn him about certain things you were up to.

Concerning things to Crowley. And he didn’t want another Abaddon situation to happen. So off he went to where you were to kill your ass before you have the chance to kill his.

Such a shame too. You were one of his most loyal demons. Basically his right hand man and someone he thought he could rely on.

“Hello, darling.” Crowley says behind you.

“My king? What do I owe to your visit?” You ask, curious to know why the King of Hell was here.

“Oh I believe you already know.” You stare at him when he takes a blade out and waves it at you.

“I don’t understand, sir? Why are you going to kill me? I haven’t done anything-“

“-Yet.” He finishes for you.

You don’t like the way this conversation is going.

“Okay. Let’s start over. Why are you here, Crowley?” You ask again.

“To keep you from killing me first.” Crowley then mutters. “Moron.”

“What? Who said I was going to do that?” You asked now shocked.

“A little birdie told me.” He glanced at the blade. “Said you wanted to be queen of Hell. So I’m keeping my place at the throne. Such a shame with how loyal you’ve been to me.”

“Yes.” You confirmed and tightened his grip on the blade. “But.. I said I wanted to be your queen. Remaining at your side like I have been for all of these years. I would never kill you, my king.”

Crowley loosens his grip on the blade. Sensing that you’re telling the truth.

“You’re telling the truth.” He states.

“Yes.” You nod.

“You…you really want to share the throne…with me…by become my queen? No tricks or anything?” He asks.

“No. I really do love you, Crowley.” You smiled.

“Why?” He asks, almost flustered now that you said that. “Why me?”

“Well…” Where do you even begin? “…I admire you. Always have. Even when you were still my King of the Crossroads. I love your determination and everything about your personality.”

“Am I attractive?” He knows the answer and just wants you to say it.

“Hell yes. I don’t think you realize that human girls swoon over beards and accents like yours. Not to mention how fancy your suits are. As someone that once was a human girl, I can confirm this easily.” You reply.

“So…my queen Hm? Makes sense. You were always my most loyal demon. Silly of me to even believe you would kill me. But I think I can do something about making your dreams come true.” Crowley winks.

Crowley quickly steps up to you and kisses you on the lips.

“No deals necessary since I already own your soul.” Crowley whispers.

“I’d do anything for you, sir.” You smile. “Just say the word. And I’ll do it no questions asked.”

“Oh I know you will, darling.” Crowley smiles back. “And I do need you to do something for me. Just one little thing. Then I’ll add another throne chair next to mine.”

You got excited at that thought. Sitting next to him in your own chair or ON him in his lap as his queen….being able to order the other demons around and personally kill those that are against him.

“What is it, my king?” You ask, excited to get it done and over with so you can quickly come back to his side.

“Patience, love, I know you’re excited. All you need to do for me is to go to the Winchesters. And kill them. Better yet, I’m going to give you a list of names and locations. Kill them instead. Finish what I started a few years ago. The only one you don’t need to worry about is a lady named Jody. Don’t want to risk you leaving and not coming back by going after her.”

“That’s not one-“

“I know it’s not one thing. I changed my mind. Do this for me and that other throne chair will be waiting for you.” Crowley says.

“Okay.” You nod. “I’ll do it, sir. Where’s the list at?”

“I’ll go get it for you.” He caresses your face. “You’re my favorite demon.”

“And you’re the best king.” You replied.

#Crowley #SPN Crowley #crowley macleod #Supernatural

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give-soup-please · 9 months

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hi! I was wondering if you had any writing advice? Im currently collecting it to find something that works for me and im just wondering about other peoples processes when it comes to plotting out a story.

(i'm not sure, but this may be the first time someone on anon has asked me for writing advice. i feel like this is a milestone dslfkjdslkf)

so! i am very much a 'write by the seat of your pants' style kind of guy. i don't do big outlines, i don't do summaries to keep track. but, there are a few things i do which help me stay focused. and there are a few things i do to help the creative process in general.

and this got long, so it's going under a cut lol

first things first, when i get to the end of a writing session (which for me lasts between 30 minutes to 3 hours, depending on how much the hyperfixation has a choke hold) i make sure i know where i'm headed next, by putting the next plot point into a bracket. i'm never very specific until the words for the first draft are actually typed out, but just the next broad idea that i want to bounce off of. here are a few from my older GO fic, 'bookstores, bentleys, and everything between'

this is what an average thing looks like, though i have been known to get very shitposty with them as well. the shitposting type happens when i have been writing for far too long, and am in desperate need of a break.

if no one else is going to see these, then have fun with them.

here's another, longer version with details.

i'm glad i do stuff like this when i reach a stopping point, because i've lost so many good ideas over the years assuming i'd remember where i was going when i get back to the doc. and i never do.

the other main bit of advice i have for story construction might be a bit controversial. i call it, 'chase the fun'.

very simple. very complex. it's both. it's a thing.

basically! i don't write in chronological order if there's something exciting too far away. i despise moments where i think to myself, 'oh, there's going to be a kickass moment in chapter 12 where there's going to be this cool action scene, but i'm only two chapters in. i guess i'll have to write all that other stuff before i get to the cool scene :('

don't do that shit! it'll eat at you, and you'll find yourself losing enthusiasm and getting frustrated with your project. i dislike writing in chronological order of a story because it's extremely limited. so!

chase the fun!

write the cool scenes, the action scenes, the self indulgent stuff. get it out of your system, and then after you've written the stuff that surrounds it, stitch it all together during the editing process. not only does it feel great to write all the cool things, you can often get inspired with new ways of going, 'how do we get here'? when you head back in. and you can add ass kicking foreshadowing and all that groovy stuff people like. stitching together everything and making the timeline correct during the editing process is mildly irritating, but i'd rather do that than plod along, desperately wanting to get to the coolest parts. go with the flow, let the inspiration take you where it takes you. don't hold off on it because you want to write everything in order the first time around.

'writing by the seat of your pants' also allows for 'idea stacking', which can be an important part of the process for more complex works. take, for example, my latest GO fic. i'll be brief and avoid spoilers, but i think it gives you a pretty good idea of how i plot my stuff out.

concept: i would like crowley and aziraphale to be my godfathers, so i can have some found family/comfort vibes. but we need a few roadblocks in the way, so it can be on the slower side, and not rushed. what can i do with my character that will add difficulties to their relationships?

idea stack 1: maybe he had a godfather before they came along, but he's missing.

sub idea 1: that would be a great source of angst for my character, actually. imagine not being able to find someone you love. loads of grief, there, and uncertainty.

idea stack 2: well, if my godfather is going to be a counterpart to aziraphale and crowley, maybe he should have powers too!

sub idea 2: my IRL godfather who i am referencing in the story practices magic. let's throw that in there, but make him much more powerful.

idea stack 3: how would aziraphale and crowley know that my fictional godfather can do powerful magic? well- maybe he left something that jay has. a necklace, perhaps. and it's very enchanted.

sub idea 3: of course, now we have to work out how my godfather knew how to enchant necklaces, and why he has special powers. and if he has special powers, where the heck is he now?

idea stack 4: so! new plot thread unlocked. my character's godfather has vanished without a trace, leaving behind a powerfully enchanted necklace. aziraphale and crowley are trying to work out whether or not they should be concerned about this, and what heaven or hell is doing interfering with this character's life to such a major extent. mystery abounds!

sub idea 4: so, is my fictional godfather of heaven or hell? he must be high ranking if he can enchant a necklace to such a crazy extent. i'll do research into angelic and demonic hierarchy, and make a few decisions on where everyone is placed.

idea stack 5: (REDACTED BECAUSE OF SPOILERS)

and so on. this is one grouping of ideas that spitballed because i thought about the implications of the previous idea. if you do this a few times in the right places, you've got yourself a nuanced and complex story. keep in mind, all this above developed over the course of a few weeks, and wasn't all immediate. still fun though. ideas shouldn't be isolated, i think they should connect to other story elements.

hope this helps!

#personal #answered ask #writing advice #long post

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i-miss-lotor · 10 months

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I posted this on ao3 before but I reread it and I really wish Crowley and Gabriel to find happiness and I love the idea that they find it together so Im reposting it here too.

"You run away," Crowley said with a drink in his hand. He wasn't sure how he ended up with an archangel in a bar. He didn’t even know how they became… acquaintances. Because they weren't friends, not really. Angels and demons were never friends.

Gabriel glanced his way before he went back to play with the little umbrella in his own drink.

"I did," he said.

"How did you do it?" Crowley asked. Gabriel shrugged.

"How do you do anything?" Then his face changed into something more serious and somber, yet still tried to maintain his easy-going attitude. "I just realized that they won't change. And that I don’t have to take it anymore. I mean, after spending a millenia with them, I think I earned a vacation."

Crowley slightly nodded and took a gulp of his scotch. Gabriel wasn't wrong. He probably would have left after all that too, they sounded insufferable. Angels always had a stick up their asses, he couldn’t imagine them as a fun bunch. Most of them weren't, anyway.

"I think," Gabriel said, looking at Crowley again," you deserve one, too."

He snorted softly, "Hell would fall apart without a ruler."

"And?"

Crowley stopped and met Gabriel's eyes.

"What do you mean, 'and'? It's Hell."

"Exactly, it's hell . Do you even like it? All those whiney demons and the paperwork? Doesn't sound very enjoyable."

"It's Hell," Crowley repeated. "It's not supposed to be 'enjoyable'."

"I'm just saying, if you are the King of Hell, you're supposed to have more fun with it, you know? You're the torturer, not the torturee."

He didn't answer. Gabriel was right in a sense, but then again…

"Someone has to keep them at bay. They would be a pain in the ass otherwise."

"They already are. And does it have to be you? Don't you have dreams?"

At this, Crowley let out a wry laugh. Dreams? Who did Gabriel think he was? Crowley was a lowlife demon, the bane of every creature he met. Dreams, right.

"No, I don't have dreams," he ended with. Nothing manageable at least, he added to himself.

"Why not?"

"Why should I? I have everything I'd ever want."

"I doubt that."

Crowley chuckled, "Enlight me then."

Gabriel smirked and shook his head.

"I'm just saying, depression doesn't suit you," he said. If Crowley found the situation entertaining before, it certainly stopped now.

"I'm perfectly fine where I am, thank you," he said, turning back to his drink to finish it.

"Oh I'm sure you are," Gabriel said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just like I was when I was still at home, trying to mediate between my father and my brothers so we can have just one peaceful family dinner. Which never worked, by the way."

"I'm not you."

"No, you aren't," Gabriel agreed, "but that doesn’t mean we don't don't have some similar experiences. Hey, I'm not saying that everything is funky-dory after I left. They are my family and I miss them. However, it is better. There are no rules and you cannot imagine how much quieter it is."

Crowley didn't finish his drink. He didn’t even take a sip, opting to mindlessly slosh it around in the glass instead.

He kind of hated Gabriel at the moment. It was a sour topic and the archangel refused to let it go because he was a prick. Because he wanted to help, perhaps.

He could admit to himself that he did despise his job. Those backstabbing demons. Crowley tried, honest to God, to make Hell better. To have some order in it and that maybe, just maybe, to make it more pleasurable for their kind because even for demons it was a fucking terrible place.

And he failed, time and time again. He wanted to give up, sure. But he couldn't.

"Would you rather Asmodeus control them?"

Gabriel froze. Crowley almost regretted his words but demons don't have feelings, so. It was still a low blow though.

"Didn’t think so," he said after the silence. He drank what was left, put his empty glass down and stood up with a sigh, adjusting his suit. "Well, I'd say this was a nice chat but it wasn’t. Goodbye, Gabriel."

Before he could teleport himself away though, the angel found his voice.

"He's dead though, isn't he? I killed him. But if I didn't, the boys would have offed him sooner or later, I'm sure. They found a way to kill Abbadon too, after all."

"With my help."

"Yes," Gabriel nodded, then turned around in his chair to face him. "Did they thank you?"

Crowley's muscles jerked. Gabriel noticed.

"Didn’t think so. They never do, so why bother?"

"And how exactly are they relevant?"

"Because you are doing this for them. Because you think it's better the evil you know than the evil you don’t. Because, to a degree, you care for them. And I understand," he added, before Crowley could interrupt. "They have a certain charm that just convinces you to help them and fall for them a little. Been there, done that. But what do they give you in return?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm fond of those little chucklefucks but their biggest concerns are each other. Sure, they will soften up eventually but when will they see us as someone trustworthy? As family? Never."

"Because," Gabriel continued, "we want that, right? Someone who cares for us as they do to each other?"

Crowley didn't need to listen to this. He should just snap his fingers and get back to his throne and treat himself.

He didn’t move. Gabriel did instead, standing up.

"They are humans and they feel emotions so deeply, they are absolutely infuriating and devastatingly wonderful. And maybe they will look at us as friends, eventually. But they won't count us in their family. What they need is help from someone stronger than they are and when we did what they asked, they wouldn't need us anymore. So I ask again: did they ever thank you?"

They did. Crowley was sure they did. Once, at least. He just couldn’t remember when it was, not now, when Gabriel was looking at him like that.

"Your point?" Crowley finally asked.

"My point," Gabriel said, stepping closer. "My point is that you could do better. What do you want to do?"

What did he want to do, indeed.

"Earth is nice. Nicer than Hell," he said mindlessly.

"It is."

"I could close the gates."

"Which ones?"

"Hell. I could close the gates of Hell," Crowley said, pondering. He was the king, after all.

Gabriel smirked at him.

"I guess you found something you want then? Shut down Hell and live on Earth happily ever after?"

"Maybe." Crowley paused, glanced at Gabriel, measuring him up, then he spoke again. "Interested?"

He hated how Gabriel's mischievous and bright expression sparked something in him. He was preparing for another disappointment, he just knew. It happened countless times before.

"I'm always up to cause some trouble," Gabriel said with a happy grin.

Crowley's lips quirked up. He held out his hand, and Gabriel didn't even hesitate before he took it.

Well. One more time, then. He would try one more time and hope that this one will be it. He felt good about it.

#spn #supernatural #spn crowley #spn gabriel #crowriel #gabriel x crowley #my writing #crowley x gabriel

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or-something-better · 11 months

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November 16, 2022

Nightly RP (Ruby played Bela Sam played Demon Parker)

Sam

Slipping the gun back into it’s case, I close it and move it over to the onto the ‘completed stack’. Looking at the arrangement of weapons on the table before me, I try not to feel daunted by the amount of time this inventory process is taking. Afterall, this entire thing was all my fault anyway, since it was my computer program that we were uploading the information too. Picking up an ornate knife next, I scan the ledger for it and see that it isn’t listed. Hey, Henry… See what you can find out about this, would you?

Patience

cataloging some weapons with Sam Ruby and Henry

Ruby

Here's the next one, Meg... Lamar Archaeology: Mississippian Chiefdoms in the Deep South. Author is Mark Williams.

Sam

Okay Patience, here we go… Item Number 2474 Anelace, it’s obviously an ornate medieval long dagger I turn it sideways and can just make out an old crest. Says House of Glenn… I’m guessing about 14th century, maybe.

Meg

writing it down in a notebook labeled "dungeon spellbooks", I comment slow down, that's a long one. I smirk a little

Patience

grabbing my pen and paper writing down everything Sam throws at me to catalog got it Sam

Henry

helps out with the books. Puts them in the correctly goes on the computer

Crowley

I pour another round of drinks and smirk looking over at Bobby You did good out there old man.

Bela

What about me? I helped too!

Bobby

Why thank you, Crow.

Crowley

I smile indulgently You did well out there too darling. It's just Robert needs a bit more encouragement being.... out of practice and all.

Bobby

Oh yeah, you helped alright. I say sarcastically and scoff Hey, I'm just as good now as I ever was!

Bela

Raising my glass Anything is better than cataloging. I’d have become a librarian if I wanted to do that.

Crowley

Mhm, I'm sure you are darling. I raise a glass A toast to our success

Ruby

Here, here! I down the shot.

Bobby

sighing and shaking my head, I raise my glass.

Crowley

My phone rings and I check the number, not recognizing it and answer. The words on the other side only serving to piss me off further. Hanging up, I look to my companions. The drinks can wait, we're leaving.

Bobby

I give you a look What? We earned it! Whatever it is, it can wait.

Bela

We just got here! What’s so damned important?

Crowley

I hold up my hands cutting them off I'll explain later. Close it up, we're leaving.

Bobby

With a grumble, I get up and start closing up shop. The good thing about liquor is that it don't have legs and walk away when you're gone.

Crowley

I round everyone up after and we vanish

Sam

I look up to Patience waiting for her to finish writing down what I’d just said. Ready? Okay, add to that 17th century Armenian...

Patience

following Sam's orders I write down 17 the century Armenian got it Sam next

Meg

writing down the last title, I shake my hand out man, I didn't realize we had that many! I'm getting a cramp!

Henry

keeps typing away how close are we to being done?

Ruby

Let's take a break and get something to drink.

Meg

Standing up with the notebook in hand sounds great!

Crowley

I appear with my hostages

Patience

jumps as the guys from the bar pop in SHIT WHAT THE HELL GIVE A PERSON SOME WARNING WHY DON'T YA

Bobby

I appear, arms folded

Sam

I jump involuntarily when the others just pop in Damn it, Crowley. Would it kill you to use the door like everybody else?

Ruby

Glancing over at Meg as we enter the map room, Anything in particular you want to drink? Hearing Patience, I look over seeing Bela, Crowley, and Bobby.

Henry

Crowley!

Meg

walking with Ruby into the map room oh, hey guys! What are you doing here?? Thought you were out hunting?

Crowley

I snarl and start pacing as soon as we arrive, conjuring and snuffing out a fireball as I do so. Is this everyone here?

Sam

Not sure what Crowley’s getting at with that question, so I’m a little hesitant to answer uhhh, yeah… I think so. Pretty sure everyone else went out earlier.

Patience

answering Crowley yes it's all of everyone else bailed

Crowley

I mutter under my breath before ceasing my pacing I suppose you'll do. I calm myself and stare down the group. I got a call today by some upstart demons. They want to make a move for my throne.

Bobby

Do you know who's playing against you?

Meg

hearing crowley explain his anger, I start fidgeting extra and avoid everyone's eyes

Crowley

I shake my head in frustration and conjure a drink

Ruby

Watching Meg, I notice something’s off. She seems really nervous about something. Hey, Meg. Everything ok?

Meg

Um... yea. It's just.... really nervous with crowley in the room I met with some.... demons a while back. They were asking me if I would join them... not looking at crowley specifically, I murmur take the throne from crowley. putting up my hands in supplication to crowley I told them no! I told them they were stupid! They were small time. No way I was doing that! finally looking at Crowley

Sam

REALLY Meg?!

Henry

goes to climb on Crowley for a hug

Crowley

I roar with anger and surge forward, slamming Meg against the wall by her shoulders How small-time are they Now? Hmm Sister

Sam

Unprepared for Crowley’s anger, I move forward and try to intervene OW! Whoa whoa… let’s all just calm down a little, okay?

Patience

What!!!! Meg are you serious

Bobby

my brows go up at this. and I flinch as you're thrown into the wall.

Meg

trying to get free like I said! They were small time! There was no way they could take it from you!! I told them fuck no!!

Henry

Please calm down. Hug your anger out keeps hugging Crowley

Meg

Please crowley! I'm sorry!!

Crowley

I relax and step back rubbing Henry's back I'm calm, I'm calm. I pause for a moment. You all need to go to hell....pun not intended. But we need to find out everything we can.

Sam

Not in a huge hurry to return to Hell after just getting out of the Void, I shake my head I’m not going anywhere until I get this mess taken care of. You’re the King of Hell, I’m sure that anything going on there, you’ve got that covered. Right Crowley?

Patience

thinking hell no thanks. Um hell well no I'm good staying to help Sam hells you guys thing.

Henry

I’m staying with Sam to help. Not feeling like going to hell today

Bela

I’ll come! I can be of help somehow.

Crowley

No Bela, out of the question. I say firmly.

Ruby

I can give you a hand, Crowley. No telling what’s going on down there.

Crowley

Thank you Ruby, you'll be most helpful.

Bela

What?! Why should Ruby be able to go but I can’t?! I’m not a helpless damsel you have to take care of all the time!

Crowley

No Bela, you're not coming.

Bela

What sort of reasoning is that?!

Crowley

This isn't just your run of the mill hunt Bela. This is Hell, a coup. It's dangerous, I want you safe.

Bela

Not necessarily buying his explanation, I know when to choose my battles. Fine! But I don’t like it!!

Bobby

Well, if none of you are up for it, I guess I have to step up, don't I? I say, hands in my pockets, a bit nervous Count me in.

Crowley

I look shocked at Bobby's agreement but takes Bela's hand I want Ruby and Meg just because they know Hell already. I let go and go to gear up

Meg

nodding my head solemnly, not wanting to piss crowley off more

Crowley

Gather round everyone. Let's leave.

Meg

stays near Crowley

Crowley

I grab Bobby and nod before we vanish

Bela

I give Crowley one final look, hoping it's not the last

Sam

Before they leave, I catch Ruby's eyes and mouth the words Be Careful

Ruby

I quickly give Sam a wink

Meg

appearing in hell with the others, feeling ashamed I didn't say something sooner to Crow

Crowley

As we arrive in hell, I look to the people who have joined me There's only two possible demons stupid enough to do this. Parker and Mastif. We're splitting up and Meg is coming with me because......trust issues.

Meg

Yes sir. nodding

Ruby

I’m familiar with Parker. I know where he hangs out when he’s here. Bobby, you want to come with me?

Bobby

Lead the way. I say a bit distracted by the fact I’m back in freckin' hell...

Ruby

Popping us closer to where I think Parker might be, I lead Bobby over and point out his cubicle.

Crowley

I grab her elbow and lead her towards Mastif

Meg

being pulled along I'm coming.

Bobby

No one's home.

Ruby

Don’t be so sure. He’s a sneaky one. Let's go. Carefully opening the door, I take a quick look and see it's clear. Come on. We don't want to stand here too long.

Bobby

I look around cautiously, expecting a demon to come out at any second. Then I’m called over.

Ruby

The room looks the same as the last time I was here. There are items strewn around waiting for trade or sale. Bela would have a field day here!

Bobby

on my search, I find a list that looks to be spell books under a bottle of which I DO NOT want to know what! What in the...

Sam

A Loud Crash comes from the hallway

Ruby

Walking around the room, I step on a board that gives off a loud squeak. Bouncing on it a couple of times, I kneel down and see a board that’s loose. Pulling it up, I take a look into the space below it. Jackpot! Reaching in, I begin to pull out Angel Blades! 3…4…5… Damn!...Reaching around to make sure I didn’t miss anything, I feel one more. 6! I think Parker cornered the market!

Ruby

Hearing a crash, I turn to Bobby. What the Hell was that? Getting up off the floor, I head for the hallway.

Bobby

I don't know. lets go find out.

Meg

nearing a cave I point at it I think that's his spot.

Crowley

And you just happened to know Exactly where it was? I ask suspicious look at this photos.

Meg

ducking into the cave, I look around the mess this place is trashed! looking at the photos on the wall that's Harvell’s. Isn't it?

Crowley

Yes. However, I don't recognize this warehouse.

Meg

taking the other photo this is a warehouse near Ruby’s place. looking around again Why would he have these? I've got a really bad feeling crowley.... looking toward the cave entrance

Crowley

We should go back, something feels off.

Meg

nodding vigorously let's go find bobby and Ruby.

Crowley

I nod and head back down the hallways with purpose

Meg

arriving at parkers "cubicle" I notice ruby and bobby are nowhere to be found

Crowley

I look around concerned There's clearly been a struggle. They must have found something.

Meg

Heeyy, crowley? searching through the debris where are they? I find a floorboard pulled free Maybe we should get back to the bunker? looking to Crowley

Crowley

You're right Meg. We need to regroup I say finding nothing and grab her before vanishing

Sam

I wait for Bela to finish what she’s writing. Bela, you ready for the next one? I hold up the Throwing Star for her to see.

Bela

Writing down everything Sam says, I grumble. World class procurer and here I sit playing SECRETARY!

Patience

going through the books cataloging them one by one. Boy there are a lot of books on Armenian culture

Henry

Yeah we do

Patience

naming of each book for Henry I'm suddenly not speaking anymore but in a vision I'm moving in slow motion walking around Ruby and Bobby seeing them in trouble and about to die shaking head I have to tell the others

Henry

runs to her what you see?

Sam

Patience!

Patience

Um guys Bobby is at Harvell’s and Ruby is in a random warehouse

Sam

Moving to her side, I listen to her newest vision. What?! That’s it? Patience, are you sure? Try to replay it and make sure you didn’t miss anything. It could be really important. We need to find them now.

Bela

Gleefully throwing down the ledger, I toss the pen after it, raising my hands Thank God!! No More Writing!!

Crowley

I appear with Meg looking worried

Meg

arriving back at the bunker with crowley, feeling like crap Hey guys, we... um. Found some stuff. showing them the pictures

Henry

Where are Ruby and Bobby?

Meg

shifting awkwardly that's what we didn't find. They're missing.

Sam

Already grabbing my jacket and making sure the Demon Blade is secure in its pocket. I’m going to find Ruby

Bela

I can go to Harvelle’s! Without waiting, I grab my Ralph Lauren Double-Breasted Lambskin Leather Blazer and start putting it on.

Patience

feeling useless I love those guys and don't want anything to happen to happen to them but I really don't think there's anything Henry or I can do to help

Henry

I don’t think my telekinesis are going to be useful today

Sam

It’s okay Patience. You and Henry stay here and hold down the fort. Tucking the pistol into the waistband at the small of my back, I pull my shirt down to conceal it. If anyone comes back tell them what’s happened… and if you get anything more, you call me right away, alright?

Crowley

Grab your weapons Bela. We're going after Bobby. I say steeling myself

Bela

I grab my Gucci Soho Leather Flap Shoulder Bag and pull out my Glock G43. Ready!

Patience

Will do Sam and hey all of you come back safe

Meg

I'll go with you Sam. putting a few extra blades into innocuous pockets and hiding places

Sam

I nod at her Great. Thanks Meg I grab my backpack and reach over to touch her shoulder. Ready

Meg

waving at patience and henry, we vanish

Crowley

I take Bela's arm and we vanish together

Patience

waves at Meg as she vanished

Sam

Staying hidden beside an outdoor storage area, I can see the warehouse across the street. The 4 men I could see appeared to be stationed as lookouts, and not just the usually employees you might ordinarily see. Meg… are they demons?

Meg

looking at the men they are. How do you want to do this?

Sam

Of course they are, at least I knew that we were in the right place. Looks like that door on the end is the only way inside.

Meg

Yea? seeing another demon appear coming through the door Sam just talked about you sure about that?

Sam

Look, Ruby’s in there, I’m going in Meg. We’ve all got a better chance of walking away from this if you’ll get us both inside that place.

Meg

OK. Fine. Grabbing Sam’s arm, I pop us into a nice dark corner of the warehouse

Crowley

I pop Bela and I outside the bar It's surrounded, we'll need to be careful. I'm going to pop you into the cooler I remove my coat and place it over your shoulders. I'll come get you when I'm inside.

Bela

What?..Wait!...No!

Crowley

I pull Bela close and shut her up with a brief kiss Be quiet until I get you. You can scream at me as much as you want after.

Bela

Oh, you can rest assured there WILL be screaming! Which I convey through my stare!

Crowley

I smirk a little and vanish you inside before turning and confidently striding into the bar

Patience

sitting at the table trying to concentrate shit trying to get everything in order I slammed a book shut. Dammit I feel so helpless I should be out there helping I try to say to myself"

Henry

hearing her muttering I sit beside her they will be fine. There’s nothing we can do besides sit here and make sure we have drinks and food for them ready. side hugging her

Patience

hugging Henry back Henry I appreciate you for saying that but how do you know?

Henry

shrugs they also are fine or find a way out. Plus we got demons on our side too.

Sam

Keeping to the shadows inside the warehouse, I’m slowing leading Meg along the outer-most wall of the building. I can see office-like rooms off to the right and figure that’s the most likely place to hold a captive.

Meg

following Sam, as stealthy as I can, we move toward the offices and I see a door open. I freeze midstep

Sam

Moving around the door in one smooth fast motion, I bury Ruby’s blade in the demon’s chest up to the hilt and smile with satisfaction as the flash of light signals his final death. One down. Glancing at Meg, I let the demon sink to the ground and then wipe the blood off the blade on his shirt. Nodding towards the now open door, I signal to her we’re going through it.

Meg

nodding at Sam I follow. When we go through the door I see 2 more demons "guarding" a door, I look at Sam

Sam

Stepping into the new hallway, I see its guarded by two more demons. Breaking to the left around Meg, I rush forward and crash hard into a much shorter demon.

Meg

taking Sam’s lead I charge the other demon knocking him down

Sam

Getting shoved backwards, I catch my shoe on a broken piece of cement in the floor and stumble a few steps. Regaining my footing, I shoot a swift glance at Meg, see that she’s holding her own, and re-engage the demon before me with renewed fury. After a couple swings, that were blocked at the last second and one solid punch to the face that may have broken my nose, I stab the demon deep in the side of the neck. His final scream cut short, as the tip of the blade exits through his vocal cords.

Meg

as I try to sit up from fall the demon squirms and tries to shove me off, almost managing, hitting me in the face, but I slide a nice long knife from my sleeve and ram it in his heart, killing it

Sam

Standing up and breathing hard, I see Meg is the victor of her fight as well. With a wave of my hand I indicate the door the two had been guarding. Crossing over to it, I yank it open and rush inside.

Meg

I nod at Sam to go ahead and follow him inside

Crowley

I stride into the bar, clocking two demons behind me

Demon Parker

Boldly entering the Roadhouse that had always been thought of as the domain of Hunters, already felt like a Win. Dragging along beside me the cuffed and compliant demon Sam Winchester would surely come for, was just further icing on the cake. Throwing her roughly to the ground, I point at one of the demon’s standing over Crowley and bark an order. Don’t take your eyes off her.

Ruby

I slam into the floor, hitting my head in the process. Enough to see stars but still conscious. Just you wait, asshole! I glare at him!

Crowley

I stare in shock and stare in shock at seeing Ruby but compose my expression

Demon Parker

You look surprised, Crowley. Surely even you know that the younger Winchester would go directly to the bitch’s side… and with Bobby Singer already dead… I can’t help but laugh She seemed the next best thing.

Bela

Taking out my phone, I call Patience at the bunker, filling her in. I am in the cooler waiting, at least that’s the plan, for him to open the door.

Crowley

I laugh you're more stupid than I thought If you believed I actually care about them. I roll my eyes. No, I'm just here to kill you for thinking you could dare and try to usurp me.

Demon Parker

Laughing harder. Now that IS just funny, right there. Walking closer to the former so-called King of Hell You know, I can’t even imagine how someone as… mediocre… as you, ever held the Throne. Laughing again But no more…

Patience

seeing Bella's name pop up my phone I quickly answer it are you ok

Bela

Trying to keep my teeth from chattering I’m in a damned freezer! Even with Crowley’s coat on, I’m freezing in here! He had better hurry or there will be hell to pay!

Patience

putting the phone on speaker so Henry can hear be safe Bela wish I were there to help

Crowley

I just shake my head and subtly snap my fingers to unlock the freezer Oh If I'm mediocre then you really should be wearing a dunce cap.

Bela

Just then the door opens!. Gotta Go! I have some Demons to kill! Hanging up, I toss the phone into Crowley’s pocket and take out my blade and quietly leave the cooler.

Henry

Be safe and have fun killing demons

Patience

worried as Bela hangs up damn Henry

Bela

Carefully I make my way toward the front, not encountering any demons on the way. Staying hidden, I see Crowley sitting in a chair. Getting his attention, I nod my head toward him.

Henry

What

Patience

I think now would be a good time to pray putting my phone down

Henry

Dad not going to answer or Cass

Sam

Surprise sweeps over me when the room is empty except for one demon. Where is she?

Crowley

I nod slightly in Bela's direction

Bela

Waiting, I slip behind the bar, unnoticed and wait for just the right opportunity.

Meg

walking in behind Sam I freeze, looking around..... at nothing and no one

Patience

Mastif. Well well well Sam friggin Winchester coming to save his girl. Surprised she's not here dumbass

Patience

Mastif not who I expected but oh well you should enjoy the show I do have something I need to finish here

Sam

I glance at Meg and realize that she knows this demon.

Meg

turning my head toward Sam in a question like the fuck?

Patience

Mastif waving my hands throwing Sam against the wall"

Sam

Before I can say anything else, I’m thrown backwards and hit the wall hard, unable to move.

Meg

my eyes go black as mastif puts Sam on the wall

Patience

Mastif. walking around Meg shaking my head at her t't't why did you not want to join us instead you chose to stay with these peons

Meg

Shaking my head at this stupid demon you guys are out of your mind mastif! There's no way in.... well, hell you will be able to take throne from crowley. He the fucking king! You'll never get it. looking back at Sam

Patience

Mastif. shaking my head at her again join us now demon and maybe you might get to live

Meg

taking a step closer and pulling out another blade Not on your life!

Patience

Mastif t',t't I'll be right back demon whore. Mastif dragging bobby by his collar I stand in front of Meg so she and Sam can see what I've done to him"

Sam

Bobby?! Even though he appears bruised, I’m glad to see that he's still in one piece. But where the hell is Ruby?

Bobby

As I come out, I look all kinds of pissed off. I'm bruised up, bleeding, got a black eye... if it isn't for my hands being tied, i wouldn't hesitate to rip this bastard apart. Oh hey! Friends are here! At last! FINALLY! YA IDJITS COULDN'T GO A LITTLE FASTER, HUH??? No... no... calm...

Meg

seeing Bobby, my heart starts to beat faster

Patience

mastif. pulling up a chair and sits in it flinging this human to the floor in front in front of me

Bobby

I let out a short cry as I’m pushed to the ground. I offer Sam and meg a weary smile. At least someone came for him. I can’t think of anyone better to.

Patience

stroking Bobby's hair like he's my on personal puppy

Bobby

Back to my pissed off face. I try to move away from Mastiff, grimacing.

Meg

as I watch mastif petting bobby like that my blood boils don't touch him you skeezy fucker! moving in closer to attack

Patience

Mastif with a wave of my hand throwing Meg to the wall next Sam

Sam

As Meg slams into the wall beside me, I try to struggle against the power holding me even more. Mastif!!

Meg

I drop one of my blades as I am thrown across the room

Patience

Mastif raising my eyebrow in Sam's direction

Sam

So, all this because you have designs on Crowley’s Throne… I laugh sardonically You? Maybe you think roughing up women and old men makes you powerful, but you’re just a joke.

Bobby

SAM! MEG! ohhhhhh yeah. I’m gonna gank this man bitch

Patience

Mastif standing abruptly dropping the drunk beat up human to the floor what the hell do you know about it?

Sam

I clamp by teeth tightly together as Mastif advances, relieved to see that he’s forgotten Bobby for the moment. No way you’ve got what it takes assume the title King of Hell… it’s only a matter of time before one of your hostages stabs you in the back.

Bobby

I grunt, falling flat on my face. I only half register that the knife is in my reach. I’m too absorbed by current events at the moment. Then I come to my senses and grab the knife slowly as not to attract attention. I hide it under my leg and sit up.

Meg

I keep my eyes on bobby, and give a small nod, telling him to do it

Bobby

I nod back, determined to finish this.

Patience

Mastif. Blowing bobby kiss as I look back to Sam and Meg what do you think of my new boyfriend. He'll be a nice queen of hell

Bobby

OH GAG! When Mastiff isn’t looking, I pull myself to my feet. I run at him with the knife in hand. I thrust the knife into the his back into his heart as he gets out the boyfriend bit. Sorry to break your heart, but not even in your wildest dreams!

Patience

Mastif. Letting out a loud roar as I feel the blade going through back to heart. ROAR FALLING TO THE GROUND

Sam

Suddenly released from the wall, I reach and clap Bobby on the shoulder. Thanks Bobby. You okay? I’m almost afraid to ask. Do you know anything about Ruby?

Meg

falling to floor thanks bobby. Nice job. I stand next to Sam looking at bobby. Still kinda surprised it's not ruby here

Bobby

Yeah, I'm fine all things considering. A little creeped out. but fine. She's at the bar.

Sam

Harvell’s? We need to get there, come on... Meg can you take us?

Bobby

The idjit didnt' know who he was messin' with, I grin proudly

Meg

looking from bobby to Sam and back again I say um, maybe we should call patience and henry. Let them know about bobby at least? shrugging so they can stop worrying a little?

Sam

I see the logic in what she says, there is no way I want a rash decision on my part to put Ruby in any further danger. Pulling out my phone, I hand it to Meg. Here, you call them. I start to pace while I wait.

Meg

taking the phone I dial patience's phone

Patience

answers my phone putting it on speaker for Henry to hear what's going on Sam

Meg

putting it on speaker so we can all hear meg, actually, but yes. We're here, and so is bobby.

Patience

Oh thank thank you what about Ruby I have Henry here too

Meg

I guess she's at the bar. We are gonna there next. Help crowley, if he needs it.

Patience

Ok sounds like a plan should you send bobby here?

Meg

Yea, that's sounds good. You guys take care of him, he's beat up pretty good. I'll send him in a minute.

Patience

We're waiting we'll take care of him

Meg

OK. Talk to you later. hanging up the phone, I look at bobby you ready?

Patience

Please be safe we want you all back safely

Bobby

Fine. If you insist I'll go back to the bunker.

Patience

hanging up my phone and waiting for Bobby

Meg

I do. winking at him and waving my hand at bobby he vanishes back to the bunker, I look at Sam you ready? putting the phone in my pocket

Sam

I hold on to Bobby Hurry Meg

Meg

we vanish to the bar

Crowley

with Bela behind the bar, I turn my full attention back to Parker and smile indulgent Pray, tell me. Why do You think you'd be a better king than myself?

Demon Parker

Chuckling again Who better? I hold up my hands indicating myself Face it Crowley. As soon as you threw in with this Hunter lot, you were finished. Pacing back and forth before him, warming to the subject Every evil thing out there knows that you’ve gone soft and they’re all just lining up to take your place… We just decided to push ourselves to the front of the line. Stopping before him, I lean over and look him in the eyes. A pompous douchebag like you shouldn’t serve as dog catcher… you’re no King.

Crowley

I just smirk entertained Oh really, you think so? I snap my fingers and the demon on parkers left is teleported into one of my privet dungeons in shackles. Would you like to continue digging your grave?

Lower Demon

Master Parker, we should have put Crowley in a Devils Trap!

Bela

This is it! Rushing out, I hold my blade steady and slam it as hard as I can into the back of the demon while telling him No Shit Sherlock!

Crowley

I stand from the common bar chair and brush my jacket off with an unimpressed look towards the demon corpse

Demon Parker

Uggh, Ridiculous! I spin around planning to leave, only to find that the younger Winchester and Meg have arrived to join the party

Meg

appearing in the bar with Sam standing behind parker

Sam

Appearing in Harvell’s Bar, it only takes me a second to see that things have already started to go down. As the demon in the center of everything turns to face me. I take a step forward and ready for a fight.

Demon Parker

Hate radiates from me as I look at the crowd now gathered in solidarity against me and decide it’s better to fight another day. Making a snap dash for the door, I get my hand on the knob feeling the triumph of success.

Meg

I see Parker head for the door and let my demon killing blade fly, piercing his neck

Demon Parker

Lightning-like pain shoots through me and my body jerks violently before falling to the ground dead.

Sam

As the demon scum is dying my attention as already turned to Ruby. Rushing over to where she’s seated on the floor, I bend down and look her over. Ruby, you okay?

Ruby

Sitting up, hands still cuffed, I feel a trickle of blood sliding down the side of my head. Watching Meg kill Parker gives me a sense of satisfaction. Looking over I see Sam, and smile at him, wincing at my split lip. I’m okay, Sam. Just a bump or two. Let’s go home.

Sam

Helping her to stand, I slip an arm around her waist until I’m sure she’s steady on her feet. I know you do… but that’s probably not our best move right now.

Bela

Rushing over to Crowley, I give him a once over to see that he’s okay, then grab him in a bear-hug as relief pours over me.

Crowley

I turn and catch Bela in my arms I told you I trusted you to hold your own. I tighten the hug glad she's safe as well.

Meg

watching everyone embracing makes me think of Cass, and my good mood downshifts a bit. I clear my throat saying maybe we should get back to the bunker?

Sam

I reach out and touch Meg Let’s go

Meg

I take Sam and ruby and we vanish appearing in the bunker with Sam and ruby

Sam

Relieved to be back at the Bunker and see that everyone seems to be doing well. I turn to Ruby and feel sick at the beating I know she took. Come on, let’s get those cuts cleaned up.

Crowley

I appear at the Bunker keeping Bela close

Bobby

I sit at the map table looking like an unhappy camper with a shit load of wounds

Patience

sitting at the map table tending to Bobby's wounds I look up just as the others pop in. Oh thank goodness you all are finally back I've been so worried

Sam

Taking a small Med Case out of the cabinet, I open it on the map table and pull Ruby over pressing her to sit down. I can tell by the look on her face that she’s just about to insist to me that she’s fine.

Ruby

I’m fine, Sam!

Sam

I chuckle at her and cut her off. Don’t be a baby…

Meg

looking at patience hey. Sorry I left you guys to this cataloging on your own.

Patience

feeling relieved to see them back. Oh Meg we didn't mind at all.

Bela

Turning to Crowley, it’s time to bring up the elephant in the room between us. Tell me Crowley, is this always going to be a problem? You having to fight to stay on the throne while others try to take it away?

Crowley

I sigh and look down at her, taking her hands Probably. We put this rebellion down fairly quickly, so that should discourage any new ones for a while. But it's a hazard for any monarch. An even larger hazard for a monarch in Hell.

Bela

Somehow, that does not bring me comfort.

Henry

That will never end

Bela

Nor does that!

Ruby

Not being able to help myself, I have to add, Heavy is the head that wears the crown, eh Crowley? That crown is a bullseye.

Crowley

I roll my eyes Ain't that the truth lasse.

Patience

finishing up with tending to Bobby I stand up and walk over to Sam. Sam I'm really sorry I couldn't get the cataloging finished I just couldn't get my head into it I was to worried

Sam

Patience, that doesn’t matter. You did good. It was your vision that allowed us to get everyone back safe and sound.

Bobby

Thanks, Pay. I owe ya one.

Henry

hugs Crowley

Crowley

I turn and hug back

Meg

an idea coming to my devilish brain, I give patience an evil smile I can help now. And even better, crowley and Bela can help us. I look at Bela and snigger

Bela

Oh, no! I am not a secretary!

Patience

Na ya don't that's what I'm here for to help with whatever I can

Crowley

I laugh softly come now Bela, we can help. I'll even do the writing if it's that much of an issue

Patience

Oh thank you Meg maybe I can concentrate now

Bela

I can see I am not getting out of here any time soon! Fine!

Bobby

I offer you an appreciative smile. Well, I’m calling it a well deserved night’s sleep. Goodnight everyone! I head out, yawning. Muttering to myself: That’s the last time I let anyone take me to hell!

Ruby

I don’t know about you, Sam, but I’m ready to go home.

Sam

Ruby, that sounds really good to me, Let’s get you home...

Patience

nodding to Bobby night bobby

Ruby

Night everyone! I pop us to the apartment.

Patience

Night Ruby and Sam hopefully they heard me

Henry

Night

Meg

this has been a fun filled day. Hasn't it? I make drinks appear for all

Crowley

I chucks fondly and conjure us both drinks as I grab the catalog list At least Moose will appreciate my efforts

Patience

Oh thank you Meg I can use this as I laughed. What a day

Ruby

Thanks! I think I'm going to need this!

Meg

We can make this a fun cataloging drinking game. laughing

Ruby

Sam would kill us......let's do it!

Patience

Oooh sounds fun let's get it done

Meg

taking a sip, I sit down to write

The End

………………………………….

1. At the bunker Sam, patience, Ruby, henry and meg are cataloging everything(books, weapons, etc). Sam is looking at a weapon that doesn't have a catalog card and asks henry to do a little research to find it. Henry jumps on the computer. Patience is writing down everything he tells her in a book. Ruby is reading off names of books to meg who is writing them down in a separate book. Meanwhile Crowley, Bela, and Bobby are at Harvell’s having finished a small hunt with only 2 vamps. Crowley tells bobby he did good, and Bela asks what about her? Crowley replies she did good too, and Bobby makes a smart ass remark. They toast to each other saying hunting is better than cataloging any day. They start to get another round of drinks going when crowley gets a call from an unknown #. He answers it, listening, and is immediately pissed. He hangs up saying the drinks need to wait and they need to go to the bunker. Bobby says they earned a few drinks, and Bela start to argue too. crowley holds up his hands to stop them by saying he will explain later. They close the bar and crowley pops them to the bunker

2. At the bunker patience and Meg are trying to keep up with Sam and ruby when the bar group suddenly shows up, startling Sam and henry, patience let's out a little scream. Meg and Ruby come into the map room having completed the catalog from the dungeon and wanting a drink. They notice Bela, crowley, and bobby in the map room, crowley looking like he wants to kill someone. Meg asks what's up? Crowley wants to know if this is everyone in the bunker and Sam and Patience both say yea, it should be, cuz everyone else went out. Crowley takes a deep breath and tells the team he got a call, and explains that rogue demons are trying to put him off the throne. Bobby asks if he knows who it is, crowley just shakes his head. Meg hears this and gets really nervous. Ruby notices meg twitching more than normal and not meeting anyone else's eyes, and asks if everything is OK. She stalls for a minute then fesses up saying she met some demons a few months ago, and they wanted her to join them, and She told them no. The team is shocked and crowley slams meg against the wall. Asking her why she didn't say something sooner. She tells him it was cuz she thought they were small time with no way to carry out the threat. Crowley retorts how bout now? Meg apologizes profusely saying she had nothing to do with it. Crowley let's her go and tells the team they need to go to hell(pun), and find out anything they can. Sam says he is in the middle of cataloging the bunker and he won't go until he's done. Patience and henry both say they will stay and help Sam. Bela wants to go, but crowley puts his foot down and says no. ruby also wants to go and crow says fine. Bela throws a fit until crowley tells her this is different than a hunt, and he wants her to stay safe. Bobby says he will go too. Bela relents and is upset about it, Crowley yells her he wants meg and ruby to help because they know hell. They gear up as needed and vanish to hell.

3. The demons arrive in hell with bobby, and crowley says it could be only 2 possible demons that want him off the throne. Their names are Parker and mastiff. Crowley splits them up saying meg is staying with him because of trust issues, ruby says she knows where Parker hangs out and she will take bobby with her. Crowley and meg go look for mastif. When ruby and bobby get to parkers hide out, bobby comments it looks like no one is home, and ruby says don't be too sure. They look around and ruby finds a secret stash of (5 or 6) angel blades under a floorboard. Bobby finds a list of spellbooks tucked under a bottle of something on a table. They suddenly hear something crash in the hallway and go to investigate. Crowley and meg find the hideout in hell where mastif was staying (a cave). They find a few pics of Harvell’s, and a few of some random building, taped to the wall. Crowley says he doesn't recognize the warehouse, and meg says it's near Ruby's apartment. They all have bad feelings and say they need to get back soon. Meg and crowley go to parkers room to find bobby and ruby gone, and signs of a struggle in the hall. They go back to the bunker with what they found out.

4. At the bunker Sam is still going through the artifacts and weapons while patience goes through the books. Bela is writing everything down for Sam and bitching about being a secretary. Patience is telling henry a title when she has a vision of bobby and ruby about to die. Henry jumps up and goes to her. Patience tells them bobby is at Harvell’s and ruby is at a random warehouse near Rubys. Sam freaks out and says they need to find them now, and Bela throws her hands up and says thank God, No more writing. At that moment meg and crowley show up and tell them what they found. Henry asks where bobby and ruby are. Meg tells them that bobby and ruby are missing. Sam says he's going to find ruby, and Bela says she will go to Harvell’s. Patience says she doesn't want anything to happen to either of them, but she doesn't think she or henry will be any use to them. Henry agrees with her. Sam says it's OK, and they can stay and finish cataloging. They both agree. Meg says she wants to help ruby, so her and Sam gear up and leave. Crowley tells Bela to get some weapons, and they too vanish.

5. At the warehouse near Ruby’s apartment Sam and meg are outside trying to see if they can find a way in. Seeing demons around the building and at the entrance, Sam says there's only 1 way in and looks at meg. Meg nods, and tells him if they do this it might not end well. Sam doesn't care and begs meg to take them in. She finally does agree, and they pop into the warehouse, in a dark corner. Meanwhile at Harvell’s bobby, crowley and Bela are also outside scoping the place out. Crowley says it's surrounded and Bela wants to charge in. Crowley tells her no, and says he has a plan. Bela asks what is and crowley says he is going to pop her into Harvell’s cooler, and gives her his coat. Crowley says he will come get her when he gets in there, and she tries to say no. Crowley shuts her up and tells her to be quiet until he can get to her, then she can scream at him. Bela is pissed but agrees. Crowley pops Bela to the cooler and then walks up to the bar.

6. At the bunker patience is working slowly trying not to worry, with no luck. She can hardly concentrate and starts talking to herself. Henry hears her muttering and comes to sit with her, telling her this is nothing, They will all be fine. Patience asks how does he know, and henry shrugs saying they always are, arent they, Plus we got demons on our side too. Inside the warehouse Sam and meg are being stealthy while looking around when a demon opens a door in front of them. Meg stops, but Sam keeps going shoving a knife into the chest of the random demon, hate and anger plain on his face. They walk through the door to find 2 more demons in the hall guarding a door. Meg and Sam both take a demon and kill it (Free run it). When the demons are dead Sam opens the door and meg follows him in.

7. At the bar crowley walks through the door with 2 demons tailing him. The demons make him sit in a chair and wait for their leader. Parker walks in with ruby being dragged behind. He throws ruby on the floor and looks at crowley, who is confused to see ruby and not bobby. Parker says he knew Sam would go to ruby's aide so he brought her here instead, And Bobby is already dead, laughing about it. Crowley says he couldn't care about them, he just wants to kill Parker for trying to take the throne. Parker laughs even harder, saying he has no choice. Crowley smiles and retorts, then snaps his fingers, opening the cooler door letting Bela free. Parker laughs seeing nothing happen. Crowley just smiles and waits for parker to do something. In the cooler Bela has called patience and henry, telling them she's in the cooler waiting for crowley to open it. Patience asks if she's alright and Bela says she's freezing, even with Crowley’s coat on. The door opens and she tells patience she's gotta go kill some demons, and henry says to be careful. She hangs up and puts the phone inside the coat, walking out of the cooler with a blade in her hand. Walking quietly toward the front she finds no demons to kill, but sees crowley sitting in a chair and motions to him. He nods imperceptibly and Bela slips behind the bar unnoticed, waiting for her opportunity.

8. As Sam and meg walk into the room, they don't see ruby or jo, and they ask mastif where they are. mastif ignores this and says it's not who he thought would come, but that's OK. He has something to finish and they should enjoy the show. Sam and meg look at each other like wtf!? Mastif pins Sam against the wall as he walks up to meg shaking his head, wanting to know why she didn't join them. She says it's cuz they're stupid if they think they can remove crowley. Mastif shakes his head again and tells meg to join him now, she declines. He tsks at her and says he'll be right back, walking into another room. He returns with bobby, bruised and bleeding, his hands tied, being pushed in front of meg and Sam who are speechless that it's not ruby. Bobby looks up through a black eye and tries to smile, thankful someone came for him, mastif sits in a chair and pulls bobby down to the floor in front of him, stroking his hair affectionately. This makes Meg angry, and she pulls out another knife, advancing on the demon. Meg tells mastif to leave bobby alone, and Mastif waves his hand and meg drops one of her blades as she is thrown to the wall beside Sam. Sam’s eyes go wide in disbelief, trying to struggle to get free he calls to mastif. Mastif looks at Sam and raises an eyebrow in question. Sam says he's pathetic that he has to tie up and beat someone in order to get them to do anything, smirking at mastif. This angers Mastif, and he stands up abruptly making bobby fall flat on the floor next to meg's knife. He advances on Sam menacingly, asking him what he knows about it? Sam smiles wickedly and says one of these days the hostage will stab him in the back. Bobby is stunned for a moment from being dropped, then grabs the knife slowly, hiding it under his leg as he sits up. Meg looks at him and gives a small nod, bobby nods back with determination in his eyes. Mastif looks back at bobby and blows a kiss to him, then turns back to meg and Sam and asks what they think about his new boyfriend being one of their loved ones, he will be a "queen" in hell. Unknown to mastif bobby pulled himself up as he was speaking and ran to him holding the blade in his hand. As mastif says boyfriend bobby shoves the blade into his heart from the back, killing him. Bobby says in mastifs ear "not in his wildest dreams". Meg and Sam are released from the wall and stand up, thanking bobby. Sam asks if bobby heard anything about ruby, and he says she's at the bar. Sam says they need to go there now and looks at meg. Meg is unsure that's a good idea and says they should let patience and henry know about bobby. They agree and call patience and henry and they suggest bobby come back to the bunker. agreed upon, meg poofs bobby to the bunker, and herself and Sam to the bar.

9. With Bela behind the bar crowley looks at Parker and asks why he thinks he would be better at ruling hell than himself, and Parker tells crowley that he's gone soft and isn't really ruling over them. That he’s a lazy, pompous douchebag. Crowley smirks and says really? He snaps his fingers again and the demon to his left is transported back to hell chained to the wall. The demon on his right gets scared and tells parker they should have put crowley in a devils trap. Bela comes out from behind the bar at full tilt slamming a knife into the demon, saying no shit Sherlock. The demon falls to floor dead and crowley stands from his chair as Sam and meg appear behind Parker. Parker let's out an exasperated sound and turns to leave finding his way blocked by Sam and meg. He stares around at everyone with loathing in his eyes, finally turning toward the exit, he makes a mad dash for the door. He tries to open it but not before meg throws her demon killing blade at him. It hits him in the neck and Parker falls to the floor in a heap, dead. The team look at each other and Sam finally sees ruby and rushes to her. She tells him she's fine, and she just wants to go home. Sam says that's not a good idea, but soon. Crowley and Bela embrace each other and meg stands off to the side saying they should get back to the bunker. They agree and they all vanish to the bunker.

10. When Sam, Ruby, Bela, Meg and Crowley return to the bunker bobby is sitting at the map table with patience tending his wounds. They look up as the group arrive and patience says thank Goodness! Meg says sorry about just leaving all the cataloging to her, but patience says it’s ok. Sam tends to ruby's injuries as Bela asks crowley if this is always gonna happen to him (taking of the throne). He says probably, but not for a little while now that they put down the latest rebellion so quickly. Henry quips that will never end. Patience, finished tending Bobby, walks up to Sam and says she's sorry, but she couldn't concentrate enough to do much cataloging, Sam just gives her a sweet smile and says it's OK. Meg strolls over and tells patience that she will help now, and crowley and Bela can help too. Bela hearing this tells them she is Not a secretary and she’s not going to do it. crowley tells her he will do the writing, and Bela pouts about it, but agrees. Bobby goes to bed, and Sam and ruby go back to Ruby's to clean up. Meg, patience, crowley and Bela get back to cataloging. having had a "fun filled day" they all laugh about it.

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