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ghostieyanyan · 4 months

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~Yandere Regrets~

Yan!Ruggie x mc

Yan!Silver x mc

Yan!Cater x mc

Yan!Vil x mc

i thought of this a while ago so hehe.. what does a yandere regret? where's the line for yanderes? hurting their darling? punishment? threats??

Warnings: death, hinted of child birth (its still gender neutral but if you feel uncomfortable with it, you can just say its yandere delusions ^^), sleep spell, manipulation, self-loathing, death threats, hate mail(?), mind break, kinda creeping

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Ruggie

you were supposed to be fine.. this wasn't how it suppose to be... you and him were supposed to grow old and die together. but no. Life always had to spit in his face.

He was stupid.. you were so different from him and he didn't even think about what your body was strong or weak against. the cold in the slums was easy for him to handle, duh, he grew up there... but you were different...

he should have given you vaccines or something to protect you from the slums sicknesses. he should have slowly eased you into the slums with his family... to build up your immune system.

he couldn't get mad at anyone... only himself..

Ruggie wanted you to be part of his life so badly, he took you to the slums in the dead of night and never looked bad at NRC.

Crowley found the way to your world and you just had a week to say your goodbyes... he didn't want you to leave! he didn't want to say goodbye!

the timing was awful... if it was around the end of the year, he could have graduated and then he'll get a good job to support his family, you, and the family he'd like to make with you..

but he was impassion and scared he'll lose you forever.. and he ultimately lost you in the most cruelest ways.

in the slums, everyone knows that you have to be very careful to not get sick. cuts are even worst. sickness means you need medicine, medicine cost money, which they don't have...

it was supposed to just be a common cold...

it was winter time, the snow was starting to fall and covered the slums in a thin layer of snow. it'll likely go away in the morning but it was still cold out. even in sunset savanna.

Most of the kids stayed inside because of the cold. some, who can handle the cold, were playing outside.

Ruggie was with his grandma making you soup. you had a pretty nasty cough and they insisted on something warm in you system would help.

how did his grandma take him bringing you home..? he promised her some great grandkids and she was down for it.. and to say she scared you more than ruggie's threats on if you were to ran away was an understatement. she was living proof on how scary female hyenas could be..

you were supposed to be fine.. the soup was supposed to make you feel better.. he always got better after the soup. but you were different, unique, one of a kind... that's why he fell in love with you..

he knew you didn't love him. he wasn't a good man. he took you away from your home, not just from the mirror, but NRC. he knew you loved being a part of NRC. helping out, even when Crowley forced you, you still enjoyed it...

he thought you could learn to love him and you two would work hard to provide for your family in the slums... and one day work hard enough to better the slums, or everyone.

instead... you died that winter.. because of that stupid cough. and he's now alone... the one thing he didn't want...

he had to say goodbye..

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Silver

When silver was a kid, his father would tell him all the stories he knows, which were a lot. his favorites, as a kid, were the stories where the prince or knight characters protects their home and loved ones.

he told his father that when he grows up, he wants to be strong enough to protect everyone he loves. his father told him at he should train and eat a lot to grow strong and maybe he'll find his "royal stuck in their tower~" or "royal stuck in a death like sleep~"

Silver felt that his father always had his head in the clouds for these, "cheesy" scenarios. he personal didn't mind it though. he, himself, didn't know if he'll find his other half but he's not the type that will roll around in his sleep about it...

he thought..

when silver first heard about you, it came from the news of "a newcomer with no magic and a wild monster came to the school ceremony and caused mayhem." but how Lilia described it was "an excited turn of events." silver didn't mind it too much.

he only hear more about you when malleus was telling him, sebek, and Lilia about the child of man staying in the abandoned dorm and how you invited him to this event, not knowing who he is. with how malleus spoke so highly of you, made him curious of this perfect.

he also over heard how you always finding yourself into a bunch of overblot situations. he hasn't even met you and you already sound amazing. kinda like the princes or knights of those old stories...

to say he was charmed by the mysteriousness of you was an understatement. he wanted to go out and just meet you to understand you better but he was always busy. school, clubs, protect malleus, naps, theres a lot on his plate but what can you do.

when he finally met you, from school events or school trips, each time you were with him it felt so warm and comforting. you were so calm and gentle with him, not like he need that but it was a nice feeling. whenever he fell asleep, he'll either wake up to you stering him or with his head resting in your lap. he never want this feeling to end. Silver wants to keep waking up besides you, for the rest of his life.

when he told Lilia about it, how he should confess to you and all. Lilia told him that he over heard you and your first year friends talking about making a break through about you going home, so this confess better be big...

he grew silent, which is normal for him but this was a different silent and lilia could tell..

"how about you show them how much you love them? that your love has no bounds. from twisted wonderland to other realms out there~"

even with lilia cheesy rometic preaching, he had a point. but how..? he wants to show you that you were important to him and that he'll protect you. he'll be your prince to... wake you...

silver stopped by your dorm late, you were just about to go to bed but he asked for time and how it was really important. you agreed and you both decided to talk outside. he started to tell you about his childhood and his love your fairy tale stories his father use to tell him. he told you how he loved you and wanted to show you that both of you were meant to be. he held your hand and pulled out a needle from his pocket.

you started to get scared and tried to pull away but it was untimely useless. silver just over powered you so easily. with one prike from the needle, you stared to feel dizzy and felt like your head ached. you fell into silver's chest which is arms snaked around you.

"it'll be okay.. ill wake you up.. and you'll understand that we were meant to be~"

he picked you up and gave you a sweet soft kiss on your lips.

he waited... and waited... and gave you a kiss again... and waited..

you didnt open your eyes.

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Cater

Cater hated being with his family... his dad wasn't there when he needed him, his sisters treated him like an object or play thing, and his mom enables his sisters... if his friends invites him to any family related events, he'll take it in a heartbeat just to be away from his family. he'd rather die than admit that his sisters didn't have an influence on his behavior as a kid and even now that he's older.

when he first saw you, he thought you were the cutest thing in all of twisted wonderland. Cute little perfect, lost in an unknown world and at the mercy of everyone here. like a little animal that lost their way and that doesn't know better, but he'll help this cute lost animal.

it definitely helped his case, with how much ace and deuce brings you around. plus they often leave you to your lonesome because they cause some trouble and drag grim along too. what his luck~

At first he didn't mind sharing you with Trey, you all often spent time together watching trey bake and talking about any drama or rumors from school, trey didn't really mind the drama but he enjoyed the company.

the more Cater spent time with you, the more he fell for you. and when you come to him for anything, his heart skips a beat. you're just too precious in his eyes.

You both made it a thing that he'll come to you to online shop, mainly browsing because you couldn't effort anything. but every time you pointed something you liked, he always had something to say about it.

"i don't know about that... i think this one will match you better~! you'll look so cute in it~"

you didn't really mind, it wasn't like you took it personal... you shouldn't.. right?

sometimes Cater will stop by the Ramshackle dorm and bring you a "goodie bag." it was either the stuff he said you would look good in or some other cute stuff. pins, hair clips, hair ties, accessories, plushies, etc. some of the things weren't in your wheel house of interests but telling Cater you didn't like them when he looks so happy didn't feel right...

so you just allowed him to do whatever he liked.. it wasn't hurting anyone right..?

it wasn't-... it didn't hurt anymore. his teases that felt like hard jabs into your looks and insecurities, didn't hurt as badly anymore. without you realizing it, Cater was the one to dress you up and tell you what to do, eat, and how to think. you thought about it, why didn't you say anything..? well.. cater will be upset. every time you tell him you had a problem with how he treats you, he gets really sad and you just didn't like it one bit... it was too much to keep fighting it.. you were tired... you were drained..

cater and his "helpful inputs" just made you feel insecure of yourself. maybe you really need cater's help. you don't want to be a sore thumb to the people you care for, right?

"hey, what do you think about this? pref-?"

cater looked at you and he froze... he knows that look in your eyes. the pain.. the hurt.. the empty look.. the helplessness..

he's being the monster of his sisters.. to you...

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Vil

Vil is a highly respected figure in twisted wonderland. his looks and his voice, his mere presences is a blessing for some people (his fans-). he has to be perfect, he only expects himself to be perfect. with the people around him, he tries his best to not being so strict about them being perfect but as long as they work for that goal, he cant complain too much.

when he met you, he cant say much or you might get crunched under all his critiques. but he admires how hard working you are, whether you like to be or not. to say vil enjoyed your clumsy potato charm was an understatement. the more he watched you, the more he was charmed~

he tired not to be too harsh on you, you are doing your best with the hand you have been delt, but still do you always have to slouch like that?

Whenever you see Vil, he always gives you "advice" whether if they are convention advice, with vil statures and position, you couldn't really say no...

without you realizing it, you find vil appearing more into your life. when you pass your classes, when your getting any paper work for Crowley, even when you are heading back to your dorm..! Vil requested Rook to get your weekly scheule...

at this rate, you'll see vil more than your friends, the only time you see your friends were in class and lunch.

you confronted vil, asking him if something was wrong.

oh boy~ he loves how you could stand up to him~

likely for him, being a great actor comes into his favor when he has to convince you that he's not creeping on you.

"i just like to check up on you. even if your aren't part of the main dorms. i cant let you make a joke out of NRC just because you are magicless"

he lend into you, reaching his hands to your face-!!

"your uniform is also messed up, potato. do i have to do everything for you!"

"o-oh..."

he starts to fix up your uniform and takes his leave. leaving you to process what happened..?

meanwhile someone with a certain hat took a picture and shared it on magicam. news broke out and rumors like "Vil isn't single anymore?!?!" and "who is this mysterious person?!" broke out like wild fire. you only hear about it from Cater who was upset that you didn't say you were in a relationship, much less, to vil!

but with rumors and a big following of vil's fans, comes lots of hate. you don't even have Magicam but you hear all the hate from your friends, classmates, and even classmates that weren't in your class or grade!! they were all getting concerned..

you're address got leaked and you were sent hate mail and death threats everyday! one person even sent pictures of you when you were out on a school event. it wasn't safe for you anymore. this took such a mental tole on you that Crowley had to asked a favor from Ambrose LXIII and have you transfer to RSA...

you didn't want to leave.. but you didn't have a chose anymore..

the picture was suppose to lead you to him... you were suppose to run to him, crying in his arms to protect you. Vil was suppose to be your knight in shining armor...

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 10 months

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TWST As Lines I've Written/Said

Content Warning: Shitpost, suggestiveness(idk?) & swearing

Author's Note: These are either things I've said, or things that I've written down but haven't used... yet, might use them in the future, might not. Feel free to guess which is which.

Let the shenanigans begin!

Yuu, upon entering TWST

Yuu: “I’m motivated by spite and getting the fuck out of this damned place!”

Crowley: “This damned place just so happens to be my school!”

Yuu: “Yeah? Well, guess what Mr. Mystery Man, I fucking hate it here!”

Crowley: “Rude.”

Typical Ace Behaviour

Yuu: “Behave, my friends are coming over.”

Ace: “Weird. I didn’t know you were capable of having those.”

Yuu: “You know what? You can go out and wait on the fire escape until they leave if you want to act like that.”

Capitalism Isn't Attractive

Deuce: “Do not fall for the pretty man with the fancy clothes!”

Yuu: “Why not? He’s hot as fuck.”

Deuce: “... He’s a capitalist.”

Yuu: “THAT WHORE!”

Pissy Kitty

Leona: “Great, you again.”

Yuu: “I’m thrilled to see you too, asshole.”

Floyd, just Floyd

Floyd: “Why not?”

Yuu: “Unlike you, I don’t want to die!”

Floyd: “Boo, you’re lame.”

Yuu Needs a Raise

Yuu: “My therapist will be thrilled to hear about this revelation.”

Everyone: “What’s a therapist?”

Why Are You Like This?

Vil: “You are a blithering buffoon.”

Yuu: “Takes one to know one.”

Vil: “...Listen here you little piece of -”

Cryptid Hours

Yuu: *walks into room to find Idia sitting in the dark, facing the corner* “Did the voices win today?”

Idia: “Undecided.”

Yuu: “Okay then, let me know if that changes. Since I would like a headstart before you go all *insert demon noises* on me.”

After Any Overblot

Yuu: "I feel like a baked potato." *passes out*

The Adventures of Malleus

Malleus: “Tell me, Child of Man; do humans typically court through the acquiring and displaying of fish?”

Yuu: “Why?”

Malleus: *has been secretly using your phone for research and found himself on Tinder* “Just curious is all.”

Yuu: “... No, it’s not typical.”

Malleus: “Alright then, noted.”

Dear Professor Vargas, I regret to inform you that your attempts to woo a potential mate through your acquiring of fish may not be successful. And does the "DILF" shorts mean, "Darling, I Love Fish?" ... Asking for a friend. Sincerely, Malleus Draconia

Octopus Eyesight

Yuu: “Do you have astigmatism?”

Azul: “Do I have what?”

Yuu: “Astigmatism, like when you look at lights at night do you see lines? Since you have weird ass pupils.”

Azul: “...wait, that isn’t normal?”

Should I Be Nervous?

Yuu: “Have you ever been overcome with the lust for broccoli?”

Trey: ". . ."

Yuu: *squints, thinking* “Break glass in case of sudden lust for broccoli...”

Trey: "Should I leave?"

A Question to Ponder

Yuu: “Why do fictional men slap so hard? Like damn.”

Riddle: “Because they are not real and do not come with any of the negative consequences that often come with real men, also you can better idealize them… And anime, ‘Makes you go brrrrr,’ as you put it.”

College Life

Rollo: “I am running off 3 hours of sleep and a single croissant, do not test me.”

Baby Talk

Rook: “Ah, bonjour chatton!" *proceeds to babytalk to the cat in French*

Yuu's Type

Yuu: “I have 4 types; wet cat, malewife, girlboss, and whore." tag yourself

Crewel: "... You need to focus on your grades, not on some mutts."

What Do You Have?

Jamil: "What's that?"

Kalim: *hiding a cat that he stole from outside* "Uhhh, my love for you?"

Jamil: *annoyed* "Put it back outside, Kalim."

Kalim: *puts the cat in his face* "BUT LOOK AT THEM!! THEY BABEY!!!!"

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thewomanwhoboughttheworld · 7 months

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I reckon it is widely accepted that Crowley and Freddie Mercury were, at the very least, besties, sometimes lovers, sometimes had a fling or dated. But I have feelings and headcanons nobody asked for that I have to share.

They met while Freddie was still in college. Freddie saw Crowley, drew a quick sketch of him and got up and gave it to Crowley. "I promise I will draw you a better one, dear." He never did, but Crowley still keeps the drawing and miracled it to always look like just made.

Crowley never really liked Mary Austin. He didn't like her when she was Freddie's girlfriend and always found a way to inconvenience her. He still doesn't like her, especially after she put Freddie's belongings up for auction. He liked Jim Hutton, however.

Freddie kissed Crowley first. It was after a rehearsal of one of Freddie's early bands, Crowley was giving him his feedback. Freddie just leaned in and kissed him. He avoided the demon for the following two weeks as he was confused (he still hadn't realised he liked boys) and felt embarrassed.

Even though they were both adamant that there were no feelings involved, they both deeply cared for each other. Neither would admit it, saying they were only friends who (more than) occasionally hooked up, but they both knew there was more. However, Freddie fell a bit harder even though he knew Crowley wasn't in love with him. It did hurt a bit, but he was eventually fine with it.

Freddie actually knew about Crowley and Aziraphale being a demon and an angel. Crowley told him one night while they were both drunk and then Freddie remembered and asked him. Crowley tried to deny it, but Freddie insisted so much that in the end, he decided to tell him everything as he knew Freddie wouldn't tell anybody. And he never did, he treated this like his own secret.

The first time Freddie saw Crowley's eyes, Crowley thought he would be scared. But Freddie just said: "I know they're snake eyes, but they remind me of my cats. And what a lovely colour, darling. Yellow's my favourite, you know?".

Crowley ranted A LOT about Aziraphale to Freddie. He was always going on about how much he hated his being a goody-two-shoes, how infuriating his constant reminding him that he was actually a good person and how the fuck can 6000 years be too fast? Freddie just smiled because he knew. He could see how much Crowley loved that angel. It broke his own heart, because he knew he could never be loved that much, but never said a word.

Freddie did write a lot of songs about Crowley and Aziraphale. Obviously Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy, but also Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Somebody to Love and many more. Spread Your Wings is specifically about Crowley and he knew. But what Freddie would never tell anyone, a secret that he brought to the tomb with him, is that he wrote Love of My Life and You Take my Breath Away for him. (told you that Freddie was in love, my poor baby suffered too much in his life).

Freddie taught Crowley how to play the piano.

Crowley auctioned for some of Freddie's belongings. He got some kimonos, some handwritten sheets and his piano. He couldn't let anyone else have it.

Crowley never really left Freddie's side. He was always that mysterious, dark and handsome man showing up especially when Freddie needed someone. People eventually accepted it as part of Freddie's charm as he was always so secretive about his personal life.

Freddie let himself be vulnerable only around Crowley. Just as Crowley took off his glasses with him, Freddie allowed himself to cry only those times in which they were alone. He cried in Crowley's arms so much when his illness was worsening, when he was scared of how much he would have suffered. One night it got so bad that Freddie was basically begging Crowley to end his suffering and Crowley had to perform a miracle so that he could sleep. Neither brought it up ever again.

When Freddie died, Crowley was there with him. He gave Freddie just enough life to allow him to say some words. "You promised me you wouldn't come," Freddie told him. "I'm a demon, I lied" replied Crowley with a broken voice. He then sat on the bed and stayed with him until the very last moment. Aziraphale was there too. He followed Crowley without telling him because he felt he needed him. Aziraphale took away Freddie's suffering so that he could go without pain.

That same night, Aziraphale tried to persuade Crowley to stay at his library because he thought Crowley needed a friend. Crowley refused, hopped on his Bentley and drove away. He parked in front of his apartment building and found a used packet of cigarettes and an old pair of sunglasses that belonged to Freddie in his car. As the radio passed Love of my life, he couldn't hold it anymore and burst into tears. He cried hard, really hard. He felt a familiar hand on his back but didn't look and didn't ask. Aziraphale never said anything either and didn't leave until Crowley stopped crying but before he could be seen. He remembered how much it hurt and didn't want Crowley to grieve alone.

Master post: here

#I am deeply sorry for the last ones #Or maybe I'm not that sorry #I just love the idea of them together for a while #I mean Freddie and Aziraphale have some things in common #And Aziraphale would be friends with Brian May #Good omens #good omens headcanons #crowley #good omens s2 #good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #freddie mercury #crowley angst #good omens season 2 #queen #good omens spoilers

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denaliwrites · 6 months

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Making Biscuits

Aziraphale x GN!Reader

Summary: Aziraphale knew that Crowley could turn into a snake, and he suspected that Beelzebub could turn into a fly. What he didn't know, until after meeting you, is that this is actually a common trait among demons. Another thing he learned from you? The animal traits carry over.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Cats.

Aziraphale didn't understand the obsession you had with his stomach -- you knew this. Sometimes, you tried to contain it. No, really. He knew and you knew that demons weren't exactly known for their restraint, but you put in the effort for your darling angel.

At night, though, when the two of you were alone in bed, no matter what you were doing, or what he was doing, you simply couldn't help yourself. Most of the time he didn't seem to mind, so at least there was that going for you.

For the first month or so of your relationship with the angel, you left it to simply cuddling around his midsection. You didn't want to scare the poor guy away, after all.

It was around the one month mark, though, that Aziraphale discovered that you can shift into a cat. You were surprised to find that he not only seemingly didn't mind, but also that he didn't seem surprised. You expected it to be a much bigger deal than it ended up being.

He explained that his other demon friend, Crowley, sometimes turned into a snake. Admittedly, this did in fact fix your confusion.

A few nights later the two of you were, as usual, cuddled in bed. The angel was reading a book, as he typically did, and you were lightly drifting in and out of snoozing, nestled up somewhere in the meeting between chest and stomach.

As you fell into another little bout of sleep, your arms stretched out, then as they pulled back towards your body, your hands began kneading, claws digging into the flesh of the angel's tummy in steady intervals.

You jolted awake as he let out a startled sound, and you looked up to see what disaster was befalling you.

"Sorry, my dear," he said placatingly, though you could hear something else in his voice. Annoyance?

"What's wrong?" you asked, instinctively fearing you'd done something wrong.

"It's -- it's nothing," he tried to tell you. When he saw the look in your eyes, though, he sighed. "It's just that your nails... they're a little sharp to be making biscuits."

"M... making biscuits?" you asked, trying to contain your amusement.

"Well -- yes! When I found out you... turn into a cat... I did research on cat care! There were many articles about cats' interest in making biscuits! It was all rather cute."

"Why did you look up cat care?" you wondered aloud, blinking up at him.

"Well, when Crowley's a snake, he likes to be cared for like a snake. I assumed this meant that when you're a cat, you like to be treated like a cat..."

The look he sent down your way was adorably perplexed, and you simply smiled and blinked slowly in response.

"I also read," he went on, excited to finally be sharing the things he'd learned with someone, "that cats blink just like that to tell their owners they love them!"

You froze, and he seemed to realize then what he'd just said. "Oh, but -- I -- well, I didn't think, you know, that it all translated perfectly. I'm sure there are some differences..."

You didn't reply at first, simply settling back in, your hands returning to biscuit making.

When you did finally respond, you did it with a slow blink. "Oh, no, I do love you."

#aziraphale x reader #aziraphale x you #good omens x reader #demon reader #good omens fic #good omens fan fiction #michael sheen

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avocado-writing · 8 months

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Hey 👋🏻 i just finished rewatching both seasons of good omens 🥲 can i request an ineffable husbands x r with an established relationship? after a night out they go back to the bookshop and r is pissed drunk so aziraphale and crowley tries to help them get comfortable and get settled but r keeps saying “back off i have partners.” and things like that because they’re too drunk to recognize the two which amuses them both. i read something similar online and thought it would be funny with the husbands. thank you so much ❤️

notes: put this once again in tltdatsib, hope that's ok! also yall: anyway nightingale is drunk / me: YES lmfao

pairing: crowley x reader x aziraphale

rating: T

notes: excessive alcohol consumption; gn reader but one reference to them being a primadonna; tltdatsib-verse

You’re all quite drunk.

The three of you are all impartial to a glass of wine or six after a nice day. Usually you can hold your liquor quite well, but you underestimated the vintage, and now you’re absolutely off your face. Crowley and Aziraphale are happy to sober up the miraculous way, the alcohol returning to its bottle, but you absolutely despise it happening to you and they’d never do it without your permission. So there you are, head-lollingly, body-flailingly drunk on the sofa in the back of the bookshop.

“Come on love, let’s get you to bed,” Crowley says, attempting to heave you into his arms. You push him away and make a low noise in the back of his throat.

“Did… did you just growl at me?” he asks, both delighted and bemused; torn between actually trying to help you or recording this on his phone so that he can tease you mercilessly tomorrow.

"My love - " begins Aziraphale, but you glare at him the best you can while barely being able to hold your head up.

“Oi! Back ‘ff sunshine,” you say, holding your hand up and wiggling your fingers, “‘m married! My husbands—spousesssss—won’t be too happy ‘f you chat me up!”

Aziraphale and Crowley exchange a look. You’ve not been this drunk since the three of you were invited to the Diamond Dogs release party in the seventies. Your hangover had lasted a week.

“Darling,” says Aziraphale with a patient sigh, “we’re your husbands… spouses… oh, look, it’s us!”

"No-oo-oo! Lies! Won't be taken in by handsome strangerssss!" you cry, a primadonna of a show only you can see. You try to launch yourself across the couch for safety but get your foot stuck between two seat cushions.

"'Handsome', eh?" Crowely asks, grinning very wide indeed.

"Yessss, handsome! Very! But 'm TAKEN."

Aziraphale sighs, both wanting this charade to be over and charmed that even when you're too blotto to recognise them, you still find your husbands attractive.

"Look, let me show you proof, darling."

You squint, suspiciously.

“Eh?”

Aziraphale reaches into his coat pocket to bring out his wallet. It has no cards or cash, nothing that one would actually need a wallet for - but he keeps it for one very particular reason.

He flips open the leather and holds it out for you to inspect. It has a photo in it: a polaroid, taken for you by a kind passerby on the day of your wedding. It’s of the three of you, arms around each other, all smiling the widest in any photo where you are the subjects. You take it from his hands, scrutinise it, then cringe.

“Oh god, ‘m ‘n idiot…”

You collapse back into the sofa, letting your arm remain in its place so Aziraphale can take the precious wallet back safely.

"It's alright nightingale. You're just a bit tipsy is all, my love."

"You're so kind to me even when 'm bein' silly..."

"For better for worse. For drunker, for sober...er," Crowley reasons.

“Should go t’ sleep…” you mutter, and before they can help you up, you turn over to face the pile of pillows and immediately make good on that threat. They cover you with a blanket, and Crowley does tease you the next morning.

@angiestopit @foolishprincipalitee @smile-eywa @staygoldsquatchling02 @underratedboogeyman @specter-soltare @candlewitch-cryptic @cool-ontherun-world @emilynissangtr @willbedecided @bdffkierenwalker @cool-iguana @ilyatan @civil-groupie @willyoubethepookietomypookster @lxsm2 @clarina04 @wtfhasmy-lifecometo @mrgatotortuga @wereallbrokenangels @night-affiliate @silcosmoke @kimqueenofhell @chewbrry @bajablast23 @h3k3t @am-i-obsessed---maybe @bakerstreethound

#aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #ineffable husbands x reader #good omens x reader #request #fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween

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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months

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Not Just Friends, Then?

Crowley x GN!Reader

Summary: FWB!Reader accidentally tells Crowley they love him.

CW: mentions of NSFW things, but that's about it really. This is just a short little thing.

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“You what?” Crowley asks, arching his brows at you in a way that you know means he heard exactly what you said, but just can’t quite get his brain to wrap around the words yet.

“I said nothing,” you reply quickly, face heating almost as red as Crowley’s hair. It had just sort of, well, slipped out unexpectedly. You hadn’t really anticipated telling Crowley that you were in love with him right after he’d fucked your brains out in the middle of the lounge room floor, but with your luck- of course that was what happened. “Maybe you’re just mishearing things in your old age.”

The two of you had been sleeping together off and on for several months now. Sometimes at his, sometimes at yours. Sometimes in the back of his Bentley- and on one memorable occasion, in the upstairs seating of the theater during a matinee you’d both grown bored of incredibly quickly. You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d met up and fucked each other senseless since this whole thing started.

At some point you started developing feelings. Stupid, you knew. But you just couldn’t help it. You’d hoped maybe Crowley had started developing them too, but, well, maybe not- if the way he was looking at you now was anything to go by. He was always so unreadable.

“Did you just tell me you love me?” He asked, lips curling into a knowing smirk. He rolled over fully to face you, propping his head up on his chin. At the sight of you shaking your head in denial, he pouted. “Oh- no, I- I’m pretty sure you did.”

“I said no such thing,” you replied vehemently, your blush developing darker still. If that was even possible.

“Listen, darling- I’ve been on this Earth a very long time. Heard a lot of things, seen a lot of things. And I know that- despite my age- my hearing has not yet left me.”

You roll your eyes and he chuckles, flicking at your arm. He doesn’t say anything else for a minute, and neither do you. It was a little awkward if you were truly honest with yourself.

It’s when it falls into uncomfortable silence and he mutters under his breath- “Love you too, dammit all,” that your world stops. Just for a second, and then your heart is beating again. Faster and faster as your brain processes the words it’s just had deposited into its language center.

“You- what?”

“Oh, now who’s hard of hearing?” He flips the script. You shove at his shoulder, which he so graciously allows and falls back to the floor. You manage to roll yourself over despite the aches in so many parts of your body and collapse on top of him.

“Thought you said you weren’t gonna catch feelings,” you say, rubbing circles into his skin with your forefinger. He grunts, replies the same about you and reaches up to play with your hair. “Guess we’re both suckers then, huh?” You say after a moments contemplation.

“Guess so, love... Guess so.”

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itsscottiesstark · 3 months

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If you haven't watched Around the world in 80 days with David, or if you simply don't want to get your heart broken by a Fogg x Crowley comparison, you should maybe scroll past this.

Oh, you're still here? Good.

Imagine this: It's been a few months since Aziraphale left. Crowley has been spending them drinking and sleeping away the days, ever since the second the angel disappeared from his eyes.

He hasn't been in contact with anyone, ignoring Muriel's attempts to get him out of there.

And he won't talk about it. He can't talk about it.

So, one day, Muriel stops by his flat to check up on him, finds him deliriously drunk, slumped over at the feet of his couch, probably fell during his attempt to grab another bottle and couldn't possibly get back up.

He's slurring, his hair a mess, his clothes rumpled. He must have at some point ripped his shirt open, maybe in despair or simple overheating, because Muriel could see his now bare chest, bracketed by his shirt, but there were buttons scattered around him.

Muriel hurries over to his side, grabs his hands and tries to get his attention.

"Mister Crowley?" They take his hand in theirs and give it a firm squeeze. "Please, Mister Crowley?" The demon won't look at them. "Crowley?!" They say, unintentionally in a similar way Aziraphale used to call out his name when he was worried.

His eyes slowly open and attempt to focus on the blurry, blindingly white image in front of him. Muriel repeats his name, and Crowley finally speaks.

"Aziraphale...?" His eyes are as open as he could get them, but the image is fuzzy as ever. Still, there's only one person his unimaginably drunk brain wants to see, so that's what he sees.

"No, it's me, Muriel," they try and correct him, but he doesn't seem to be able to listen. Or even care.

"My darling Aziraphale, you came back! I always knew you would." A couple of tears escape the demon's eyes, his glasses nowhere to be seen to cover them up as usual. "I always knew," he repeats, his voice breaking. "Well, no, I didn't know, but I hoped." He attempts to squeeze the warm hand still holding his. "I dreamed," comes a whisper.

"Mister Crowley-" Muriel attempts again, but gets interrupted once again.

Crowley brings their joined hands on his naked chest. "Feel my heart, Aziraphale," he whines his name. "It's always been yours. Waiting for you." He's properly crying now, sobs escape his mouth but there's also a faint smile there. "Now you're finally here, I can tell you everything!"

Muriel couldn't stand interrupting him again, he was smiling. Clearly, his own brain was deceiving him, but he was smiling.

He told them, thinking it was Aziraphale, about his travels. His blessings, when he was doing Aziraphale's job. And then he told them about his blessings, when he definitely wasn't doing Aziraphale's job.

"I saved a young boy's life!"

"That's wonderful," Muriel cooed.

"I just want you to be proud of me," Crowley admitted. "Just once." He looked them in the eyes, or tried to, anyway. "You see, angel, I've been alone for such a very long time. You were right to go. To leave me."

Muriel wanted to stop him, comfort him, tell him he was wrong. But he didn't seem to want to hear anything they had to say. So they remained silent.

"I could never have been good enough for you, I think you knew that from the start." His voice was now raw with emotion, no more whining. It was as if he was numb to those things he was saying. Like he'd accepted them. "I think we both knew."

With that, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Soon, soft snores started coming from his mouth, replacing the heartbreaking sobs.

Around the world in 80 days, 2021. Episode 4.

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majortomyourcurcuitsdead · 6 months

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Nanny Ashtoreth's lullaby / Music during Crowley's bookshop cleaning scene: the same music!!

I noticed this several weeks ago but only now actually sat down to check both scenes side by side.

Give a careful listen to the scene where Nanny Ashtoreth sings a diplomat's child their lullaby (S1E1 starting at 36:19), and THEN play a short sequence of Crowley tidying up Aziarphale's bookshop after all the hullabaloo (S2E6 starting at 37:46). It's the same theme !!!

Also notice how at the very beginning of the Nanny scene a wind-up music box (??) or something like that with a small skeleton starts playing.

And then Nannie sings,

Go to sleep And dream of pain Doom and drakness Blood and brains Sleep so sweet My darling boy You will rule When Earth's destroyed

The melody of Nanny's words become the cello melody in the cleaning up scene. (Or it may be some other big string instrument, but you get the point).

For the bookshop sequence, notice how the melody lasts specifically during Crowley's tidying up.. And it stops once the talk with Nina and Maggie begins.

I am not sure what to do with this information yet tbh. It should be significant that this is specifically an Antichrist-themed bit of the melody.. Is there a link to the second coming in this? Why does it play specifically during the tidying up?

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #demon crowley #good omens tv #angel aziraphale #go #go2 #good omens meta #nanny ashtoreth #good omens kiss #good omens music #good omens soundtrack #anthony j crowley #nina and maggie #good omens nina #good omens maggie

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blues824 · 2 years

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Housewardens Realizing You Might Be Gone Soon

Read another fanfic I can’t find and now I’ve been inspired. I would like to say that Reader and Character already have a pre-established relationship. Thank you.

Warning: Angst, Fluff

Reader can be interpreted as any and all genders!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was walking along with you by his side and you were both having a delightful conversation. In the time you were with him, you have learned most - if not all - the rules of the Queen and have tried your best to follow them. You have also helped Riddle’s temper quite a bit. You have taught him to be more lenient and forgiving.

Riddle was being the gentleman he was trained to be and was walking you to your class. Everything had such a golden aura, filled with happiness and... wait...

“I will be there in a moment, my rose. I forgot one of my textbooks.” He said to you. You smiled in understanding and went on your merry way.

As he passed Headmage Crowley’s office, he heard his voice. Riddle knew that it was rude to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help himself... especially when it was your name that was uttered in the office.

“Because I’m so kind, I will go on a trip to ask for assistance in sending our dear Y/N home” Crowley said to himself.

This caused realization to course through Riddle, the realization that you would be gone from this world soon and be returned to your own. What scared him was he didn’t know how much time he had left with you.

He grabbed his textbook from his locker and walked back to the classroom, contemplating what just happened. He didn’t know what he would do if you were just taken from him. He would not allow that! His heart hurt, cracked, and shattered at the very thought of never being able to see you again, to hear your laugh, to see how your amazing eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

Darling, are you ok? was scribbled on a note you passed to him during class. He thanked you mentally for your concern, but he didn’t want to talk to you about it yet. Rather, he would bring you to the Heartslabyul garden to talk about it over tea.

I have something that has come to my attention and I would like to discuss it with you after our classes. He wrote back. Now that has you curious...

As you followed him to the garden, you could feel that this was going to be an intense conversation. Riddle snapped at Ace earlier because he wasn’t standing straight. Riddle pulled your seat out for you, tucked you back into the table, and sat down in his seat.

“What is the matter, Riddle? I can tell that whatever it is, it’s troubling you and that worries me.”

“U-Um... well... I kind of eavesdropped on what Headmage Crowley was saying in his office and he said he was going to seek help in finding you a way home.”

“That’s amazing news! But why are you so upset about it?”

“I don’t want you to leave!” He said in distress. “I don’t know what I would do if I could never see you again! You taught me how to love, that not everything my mother says is just. You’ve been with me through my anger and you’ve calmed me down. How am I going to maintain it all without you by my side?!”

“Oh, Riddle. I had no idea you felt this way.” You said as you placed a hand on his over the table. “If I were to go back to my world, I would miss you very dearly as well. My heart would break with every night without you. But I do miss my world as well. I wouldn’t mind a visit... wait... what if we did just that?! What if we went back to my world for vacations?”

Riddle’s eyes brightened. He seemed to love this idea. You knew about Twisted Wonderland, but he knew very little about your world. This way, he could find out about the land you come from!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona was having the most wonderful dream. In the physical world, you were watching a move while Leona laid his head in your lap. You were combing your fingers through his hair, causing him to go even deeper into the dark abyss we call ‘sleep’.

In the dream world Leona was walking through, he stumbled upon a ceremony. It was a wedding... with all of the NRC students... but why were Falena and Cheka there? And why was Cheka walking down the aisle...

The shock of realization caused Leona’s eyes to open wide; it was his wedding. Now is when he noticed that there was music playing as well.

He looked down and saw that he was wearing fancier clothing than he has ever worn before, even as a prince. He walked over to what he assumed was his place and saw that Jack and Ruggie were both there, standing behind him as his groomsmen.

Then, the music changed. Everyone stood up and faced towards the end of the aisle. Then he saw you. You looked absolutely breathtaking. He noticed that you were wearing a wedding outfit that you both saw a while ago while taking a walk in town. He almost started crying.

When you reached him at the altar, he felt complete. This is what he wanted with you. He wanted to get married with you, have or adopt kids with you, be there every morning you wake up and every night you go to sleep.

But... something felt off. He looked around and saw that the scene was peeling away, as if it were all painted and someone was scraping it off of a canvas. He started panicking and looking around, but everyone else seemed unfazed: they didn’t notice?!

He felt your hand gently cup his cheek. You looked him in the eyes and whispered, “It’s okay, my love: I’m sorry we couldn’t have this.” A tear rolled down his cheek.

“I-It’s not! Don’t you see what’s happening?! Don’t leave me!” For a moment, he forgot this was all a dream. He looked into your eyes and saw that you were also crying.

“You have to let me go. I’m sorry I can’t stay here. I love you,” you said as you peeled away as well.

“Damn it! I love you, too...” He sank onto his knees and started crying. He was left in pitch blackness, until he heard someone calling his name.

Leona, Leona, Leona

“Leona! Leona!” He woke up to your voice. You looked at him in worry. He noticed that he was crying in the physical world as well as the dream world. He wiped his face off and sat up.

“Leona, what’s wrong? What did you dream about?”

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. What’s the point anyway? You’re just gonna leave.” He said, clearly upset.

“What do you mean?”

“Crowley’s gonna find a way to get you back to your home and you’re going to leave! Without letting me tell you how much I love you!” He yelled, nearly roaring. He stood up and started pacing back and forth.

“Leo-”

“I love you so damn much and I’m sorry I haven’t said it enough! I’m sorry that I call you rude names! I’m sorry that I sleep too much and skip classes! Just... don’t leave me...”

He broke down. It was an unusual sight and one that worried you greatly. You stood up and pulled him into an embrace. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, slowing his breathing.

When he seemed stable enough, you let him go and held his hands in yours. You looked at him in his eyes and said, “Leo, I could never leave you. If Crowley found a way to send me back, I would say no. My home is with you and wherever you are. I wanna get married to you one day and I want to have or adopt kids with you. You are the love of my life and I hate seeing you so broken up. Now, tell me about the nightmare.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was at the Mostro Lounge waiting for you to come by. He had something he had procured from one of his contracts, a rather beautiful something, and he felt that it would compliment you very nicely.

It was a piece of jewelry, with a golden nautilus shell adorning it. It paled in comparison to you, but he was reminded of you when he saw it. Someone owed him a favor anyway, so it was a win-win-win situation.

When you arrived, he pulled the chair out like a true gentleman and made sure you were comfortable before giving the jewelry to you. You were immediately breathless: it was beautiful.

In the back, Jade and Floyd came up with a very clever plan. They would play a slow dance song so that you two may enjoy each other’s company even more.

When the song came on over the sound system, Azul made a mental note to... erm... maybe he should hold off on that until later. After all, you’re right in front of him and he doesn’t need to ruin the moment with thinking about how he will punish the tweels.

He stood and walked over, extending a hand to you. You gracefully accepted and were pulled to him. Whether you’re tall, short, or of average height, Azul was looking into your eyes. The eyes could always communicate what the mouth couldn’t, and yours were filled with love and adoration for Azul, as his were for you.

Eventually, the song unfortunately ended, but your joy didn’t. You were both talking over dinner. Then the topic of discussion went to plans for the future.

“Where could you see yourself in, say, 5 years?” Azul asked.

“Well, I’m certain we would still be together! Unless...” The first part of your response were music to his ears, but the mood changed when you said unless.

“...Crowley finds a way to get me home. Then it would complicate things quite a bit.”

“Oh...” He forgot that you would eventually have to leave to go back to your world. While he understands that you miss your world, he would miss you very much since you became his world.

“Azul, is something wrong?” You asked. He would miss the way you worried yourself about everyone. None of the students really had that before you came along. You waltzed right into his arms and soon you’re going to waltz right back out of them; all of them.

“Is it selfish to not want you to go back?” He asked after a moment. He looked away from you, slightly embarrassed for even making up the notion, even if it was to bring himself some comfort.

“I’ll do you one better: is it selfish to want to stay here with you than go back?” You responded.

Azul looked up in surprise. Didn’t you want to go back to your home? He feels guilty for being the reason that you would choose to stay over returning to a realm that you’re familiar with; a realm you call your home.

“Are you sure? I mean, I would miss you dearly, but it’s your world! Wouldn’t you want to go back? I’m sure your family misses you! Plus-” You pulled him by his tie into a kiss. He held the back of your neck, pulling you in even deeper. Unfortunately, there is a thing called oxygen that you need, dear Y/N, so you both pulled away from each other.

“I have never been more sure in my life, my love. I love you, and I want to stay here with you.” As you said that, a tear came down Azul’s cheek. You were also tearing up a bit.

“I love you too, my dear. I could never imagine a life without you. You danced right into my arms and tentacles and I don’t plan on letting you go now, if that’s alright.”

“That sounds great to me.”

Kalim Al-Asim

You were once again invited over to the Scarabia dorm, by Kalim. Honestly, you wondered why you just didn’t move in because of how many times Kalim invited you over. Jamil always expected you over as well and was surprised whenever you didn’t. He held you in a high regard as a very close friend and therefore trusts you.

The other dorm members respected you very much, and treated you both royalty. You were always there to encourage everyone in whatever they chose to do, and gave some great advise for them.

Then there was Kalim himself. He would follow you to the ends of the Earth if given the chance. He spoiled you in riches, jewelry, affection, and everything else good in the world.

Now, he was always aware that you would eventually have to go back to your world, but he always ignored the hourglass so that he could enjoy his time with you.

Hence, he invited you over for dinner. They were having curry (much to Kalim’s dismay), and Jamil made a bit too much. You were sat on the left of Kalim while Jamil was on the right. You were occupied in a conversation with the two when one of the dorm members called your name to get your attention.

“Yes?” You responded with a smile.

“I was wondering if you could tell us stories of your world!” The student said with almost child-like wonder and curiosity.

“Of course! Once upon a time...” As you were telling the story, Kalim noticed that even Jamil was leaning in and paying attention. You told a story from your magicless realm, and Kalim found it fascinating that if a magical person were to live there, they’d be deemed ‘odd’.

He was grateful for one thing from your world, however: you. That world brought you here somehow and now you’re his partner. He continued to listen with a lovesick grin and gaze,

“...the end. Oh, that story makes me miss my world. I wish you could see it when I go back.” That brought everyone to attention. They didn’t want you to leave.

Kalim seemed most affected by your words; he had a sad look in his eyes, looking like a kicked puppy. When you looked over, you were about to ask him what was wrong but he excused himself from the table and went to his room. Jamil looked almost as concerned as you were, but he knew that it was a matter you two needed to discuss.

You followed Kalim and walked in. He was on his bed, turned away from the door. You sat down next to him when you noticed that he was shaking, almost like he was crying.

“G-Go away, please. I wanna be alone.” This only made you more worried: this wasn’t like him at all.

“Kalim, what’s the matter, baby? What made you upset?”

“You said you were going back... I thought my love for you would make you stay. I don’t want you to go; I’ll miss you too much.” He turned towards you. He wasn’t crying, per se: he was trying not to cry. You laid down beside him and held him.

“I never knew you felt this way, Kalim. I would miss you, so much. I wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone about the great adventures I had here because they would all think I’m mad. I’d rather stay here than leave, if I’m being honest.”

He looked up at you in surprise and asked, “R-really? You mean it?” His eyes held a sad hope, as if saying I want you to stay with me, but I don’t want to hold you back here.

“I am sure. Kalim Al-Asim, one day, we will get married and by that time I would have forgotten all about my world.” At the word ‘married’, Kalim couldn’t help but blush. He has thought about it many times, but now that he knows his partner is thinking about it as well, it was endearing.

“Thank you, Y/N. You know, one day I’d like to visit your world and see where you’re from, just like eventually you’ll see my homeland.” His eyes filled with joy again, he laid a kiss on your cheek and cuddled into you more.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was doing a photoshoot for a magazine, and he invited you to come along. When going inside, he held his arm out to you. You took it and you both walked in gracefully and elegantly. The photographers took pictures of you both just entering the building.

Vil went into Makeup and started getting ready. You sat in a chair, playing on your phone and texting the other Pomefiore members (and Grim, telling him that you did, in fact, leave him a can of tuna)

Your boyfriend walked out and started the photos. You couldn’t deny it: he looked hot. You were almost drooling, and Vil smirked at your awed expression (which only made him look hotter)

Then, the photographers decided that they should get pictures of you as well, surprising both you and Vil. You went into Makeup for a few moments, and when you came out, Vil’s eyes widened. You looked stunning.

You did the pictures, when the photographers called Vil over for some joint photos. You both looked like the “picture-perfect” couple. The photographers were hyping you both up, as well.

There were a few times where you were supposed to be serious but you couldn’t help but laugh and that caused Vil to laugh as well. It was one of the times the photographers actually saw Vil enjoying himself at a photoshoot.

After, one of the cameramen walked up to you and asked about your contact info since the photos turned out really well. You wrote it all down on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Vil extended his arm to you again and led you to the car. He took you to a fancy restaurant and he even pulled your chair out for you and everything. When he sat down, you started conversing about Vil’s past photoshoots, today’s photos, and the future.

“It’s a shame. It’s a beautiful studio. Too bad I won’t be around to enjoy it for much longer...” You said with a wistful sigh.

“What do you mean, my dear?” Vil asked. It appears as though he forgot about your circumstance.

“Well, Crowley is going to eventually find a way to get me back to my world. I don’t know what that’s going to be like. Will I remember everyone? If so, I will miss them very dearly.”

“Oh... it seemed to have slipped my mind. I would miss you the most, darling. If you forgot about this world, it would shatter my heart. You would lose all the precious moments we have had together, along with not knowing you stole my heart as well.” When saying this, Vil nearly looked like he was in tears.

“Hey, it’s alright-”

“We both know it’s not, darling. I wouldn’t be alright. If you lost your memory of this world, then that would be best for you. But, what about me? Maybe Malleus could cast a spell where we all forgot about you, but would it be enough? Like I said, you stole my heart... I would notice it gone, wouldn’t I?”

“I’m not sure how to answer that, Vil. What I do know is that the me right now—the one that is speaking to you right now—loves you. Like I stole your heart, you stole mine. If I forgot about you, I would surely notice my heart gone as well. But, my family probably misses me. I couldn’t do it to them: I couldn’t just abandon them.”

“But you could do it to me?” Vil asked, another flash of hurt going through his face.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know. I just… I don’t want you to leave me.” He admitted. There was a moment of quiet, excluding the voices of the other people in the restaurant.

“... Then I won’t.” You said at last.

Vil looked up at you in hopeful surprise. “You r-really mean that?”

“Of course. For all I know, no time has passed in my world. I will miss my family dearly, but you mean more to me. I love you, Vil.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” All the other people in the restaurant started applauding the both of you, but you both looked into each other’s eyes with love.

Idia Shroud

Idia did not know why someone as great as you would choose him to be your boyfriend. One thing he does know is that he loves you so much. Ortho sees you as an older sibling, and the rest of the Ignihyde dorm holds great respect for you.

To Idia, you were his Player Two; the love of his life, his Persephone. He was always aware of your situation, but it never really processed in his mind how much either you or he would miss the other. He doesn’t want to process it.

That leads us to our current scene: you were sitting on Idia’s bed, just going through your phone’s notifications while Idia himself was at his desk playing a new game he got a few days prior.

You looked at the time and realized that it was 18:00 already. Looking after Grim did take up a lot of your day… you’re just wondering how he’s holding up without you. You did leave him a few cans of tuna, so he’s probably sleeping.

There was another thought you had while checking the time: you were hungry. You didn’t have dinner yet.

“I’m going to make some food. What do you want?” You asked your boyfriend.

“Anything you want is fine.” While saying that, he gave you his undivided attention, making you feel noticed. It truly was the small things that mattered.

“Then I’m making lasagna! It will be done in a bit!” You said while walking out of the room, but Idia said your name which made you stop.

“Would you like some help?”

“Sure. C’mon!” You grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room with you. When you reached the kitchen, you both split up to find the ingredients. You always found a chance to fluster him whenever you walked by him: you would hold his face and give him a peck on the cheek.

Once you assembled the ingredients, you started mixing the things required. When pouring the tomato sauce, you pulled a ‘simba’ and put tomato sauce on his forehead.

When it was time to put it in the oven, Idia went back to his room to continue playing. You set the timer and followed him.

He set you on his lap and he continued gaming. You were then left to your thoughts. You enjoyed moments like these. It would be a very sad day when you left.

“Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.” You said aloud, accidentally.

“What was that?” Idia asked.

“I was just thinking. I love quiet times like these and I’m going to miss them when I go back to my world. I’m gonna miss you.”

Idia dropped his controller causing you to be alarmed. His hand was shaking. You reached out to hold it but he pulled away.

“Don’t. You’re just gonna leave anyway. I knew it was a bad idea to get close to anyone besides Ortho.” He uttered with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Y-you don’t mean that, Idia. Otherwise this means that the whole time has been nothing to you and I know it means something.”

“...I-I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to leave.” You saw a tear slide down his face as well as his hair dim down a bit.

“Then I’ll stay.” You said at last.

Idia looked up at you with pure joy in his eyes. “Really?”

“Really.” Idia leapt up and hugged you for a while… well, until the timer for the lasagna rang.

Malleus Draconia

“My dear, where are we going?” Malleus asked. You were currently dragging him somewhere and being very secretive.

“We’re almost there, and then you’ll see. Just know that you’re going to be very happy.” You said with a smile.

Then you stopped. He looked and saw it was an ice cream parlor. There was a peaceful joy in his eyes.

“Thank you, my dearest treasure. I hope you know that I don’t intend on sharing my ice cream” He said with a smile.

After you both ordered and got your ice cream, you went outside into a nearby field. It was actually empty, to your surprise. You were enjoying the quaint atmosphere of the space when a dark thought surfaced: you wouldn’t be here long to continue enjoying Twisted Wonderland as a whole.

“Dearest, is there something wrong?” Malleus asked, a tad concerned about the downcast look upon your face.

“It’s nothing really. I was just thinking that Headmage Crowley will probably find a way to get me back to my world and I won’t be here anymore.”

Malleus’ eyes widened. He didn’t want you to leave. No… He wouldn’t let you leave.

“You can’t leave me!” He yelled. His eyes held pain and anger. “You’re the only one who’s not afraid of me!”

You jumped because of his outburst but realized the situation you put yourself in. No matter what, you had to calm him down.

“Darling, you’re not-”

“I’ll do anything! Just stay, please!” Tears started rolling down his face. Your hands went up to wipe them away.

“Malleus, I love you. I’ll stay.” His eyes widened but before he could say anything you pressed a kiss onto his lips. Once you parted, Malleus wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Thank you, my dearest treasure. I don’t know what I would do if you left.” His voice quivered while saying this, making you sad that you brought the whole ordeal up in the first place.

*Bonus*:

“Sebek, be quiet! You’ll ruin the moment!” Lilia scolded Sebek behind one of the bushes in the very same field you and Malleus were in.

“That human upset the young Master!” He yelled while squirming in Lilia’s hold. Silver whipped out some duct tape and taped Sebek’s mouth, then proceeded to fall back asleep.

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Snap of fingers (5)

Summary: You only tried to relax...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Creature!(fem)Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Crowley, Castiel

Warnings: language, creature reader, fun, monster of the week (or not), prissy Crowley, cocky reader

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< Part (4)

“Okay, this looks interesting,” you state. “I think I found us a case!”

“Dude, she found a case faster than you. You are getting old, Sammy,” Dean smirks as his brother gets up from his seat to look at your laptop. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Hmm…doesn’t look suspicious to me, Y/N,” Sam clicks at the article you found. “Only because some people got found dead in their house doesn’t mean…” He yelps when you slap his hand away to enlarge one of the pictures.

“It’s not the victim,” you mutter and point at the window on the picture. “See this? That’s a sigil, right? They tried to keep something out, I bet. And they died on Halloween.”

Sam looks at the sigil, frowning deeply. “I know this one. Dean, have a look at this. I saw this one before but can’t remember where.”

“Isn’t that your job,” Dean cocks a brow. He crosses his arms over his chest but gives in when Sam gives him a bitchface. “Fine, I’ll do your job from now on too.”

Dean gets up from his seat to have a look at the sigil in the picture too. “Shit, that’s not a sigil for protection. It’s the one those douchebags used in the hell house.”

“Crap, you’re right. It ended up summoning a tulpa,” Sam runs one hand down his face. “If the owner of the house used the spirit sigil...”

“They ended up summoning a monster or worse,” Dean ends his brother’s line once again. You are amazed how they seem to always know what the other thinks or wants to say.

“A tulpa?” You ask. “What’s that?”

“A Tulpa is a physical materialization of a thought” Sam explains. “Usually, it’s formed through mediation. But in the case of the hell house, thousands of people thinking of the same monster brought it to life.”

“AWESOME!” You grin.

“Not awesome, Y/N. That monster killed kids,” Dean grumbles. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, though.”

“Maybe I can dust it.” You wrinkle your forehead. “I guess not. If it’s not alive for real, I cannot end its life.”

“We will find a way.”

“Hopefully we don’t need to burn the house down again,” Sam sarcastically says. “It’s not an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere this time, Dean.”

“Again?” You cock your head. “Wait! You burned the house down?”

“It was the only way. More kids would’ve entered the house and died. We weren’t able to kill the Tulpa, and it wasn’t able to leave the house.”

“I see,” you nod. “Sometimes you must improvise. Noted.”

“Sweetheart, half of the job is improvisation,” Dean chuckles. “The rest is talent and a little luck.”

“Aw, no,” you whine. The case wasn’t a case. It was a simple case of jealousy, betrayal, and a crazy dude killing his lover and her husband. “I thought it was a case. I was sure about it.”

Dean shrugs. “Well, at least they got the bastard. It’s not a big deal we didn’t have to fight an undefeatable Tulpa.”

“He used random sigils to fool the cops,” Sam explains, but you are not in the mood for one of his lectures. You yawn and decide to get some sleep on the way back to the bunker.

“That’s veeeery interesting.” Dean grins as you crawl into the backseat to get some sleep. “I’m a little tired, Sam. You can tell me everything about the case back at the bunker.”

“Hello, darling.” Crowley suddenly appears next to you in the backseat. “How have you been with Squirrel and Moose around? I bet they bore you to death. Why don’t you come with me?”

“Go to hell, shorty,” you snap at the demon. “Or rather, go to hell.”

“Crowley, get out of my car and away from her. I already told you that we will not hand Y/N over. She’s our friend,” Dean warns. “I still got that nice demon-killing knife.”

“Let me dust him,” you dip your head to look at Crowley. “It’ll hurt only for a second, shorty. I’ll turn you into dust and blow you away.”

“You can blow me anytime, darling.”

Dean hits the brakes. Hard. “Whoa…whoa…whoa…watch your tongue, Crowley,” the hunter turns in his seat to glare at the demon. “What did you just say?”

“I went with the flow.” Crowley shrugs. “She said something about blowing me.”

“Sammy, give me the knife!” Dean is about to grab Crowley when the demon disappears once again. “Come back! I’ll kill you.”

“Next time, let me snap him,” you grin at Dean. “I bet he looks pretty when turned into dust.”

“Do not move!” Out of nowhere, a guy in a trench coat appeared. He wields an odd knife in front of your face, threatening to kill you.

“Hey, I was eating here and tried to watch another episode of my show,” you point your index finger at the stranger ruining your night. “Do you work with Shorty? I told him to get lost!”

“Give up creature!”

“Creature?” You gape at the man. “Wait you sonofabitch! I’ll dust you!”

“Sweetheart, no.” Dean wraps his hand around your wrist. “We don’t dust Castiel!”

“Castiel?” You look at Castiel with glassy eyes and gasp. “The Angel? Cool. I’ll call you wings.“

#dean x reader #dean winchester #spn #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #Snap of fingers (5)#creature reader

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ineffable-problem · 16 days

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Crowley : I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Aziraphale : But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Crowley : O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Aziraphale : Is it working?

#good omens #gomens #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #a. z. fell #crowley #aziraphale #good omens crowley #good omens aziraphale #ineffableproblem #good omens incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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aew-kun-age-regression · 1 year

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"Why are you alone?"

Pairings: Caregiver!Crowley, Caregiver!Sibling!Dean Winchester, Caregiver!Sibling!Sam Winchester x Little!Reader.

Summary: Crowley finds you left unattended and has a go at the boys.

Warnings: Being left alone while regressed, Crowley calls Dean Squirell, Dean says Hell as in a 'swearing' way, Nicknames (Kiddo, Darling, Little One)

A/N - Finally got round to writing something with him, been meaning to do it since I had a dream about him being my caregiver <3

(Gender neutral reader)

‼️ THIS IS NOT NSFW ‼️

NOT Proofread

Sam and Dean had left you sleeping whilst they went on a hunt, you had been too tired to participate safely in this one. What noone had planned was for you to wake up regressed.

You wobbled over to the living room and sat on the floor. You reached onto the sofa to get the remote and turn the TV on.

After getting settled you had cartoons playing, and a few action figures in your hand. You didn't realise how long you'd been playing and that you were starting to get hungry and thirsty.

Realising your needs you once again wobbled, to the kitchen, being too young and therefore unsteady on your feet. Once in the kitchen you hopelessly looked around, pouting. You started to whine. You couldn't do this. You needed help.

As if sensing distress Crowley had decided it was time to check on the Winchesters. He appeared in the bunker and walked towards the noise that you had been making.

"What's wrong kiddo?" Crowley asked carefully.

"Hungy and thirsty.."

"Your hungry and thirsty?" He asked to confirm.

"Mhm.."

"I'll get you something to eat and drink Darling.. Where are your brothers??"

"Don't know.."

Crowley made you a sandwich and got you some apple juice, putting it into a sippy cup. He took it out into the living room area and decided that he would stay and watch you until the boys got back.

The two of you ended up watching two Disney movies before the boys arrived, due to Crowley never seeing any yet and you decided he needed to be educated.

"What the hell?!"

"Watch your language Squirell!"

You giggled in Crowleys arms.

"What is going on Dean?" Sam said whilst walking into the room after hearing his brothers outburst.

"Well.. the king of hell is sitting with our sibling.."

"Well if the two of you didn't leave the little one alone then I wouldn't be here, would I? The child was struggling to get something to eat and drink. The two of you should be more careful"

Neither Sam or Dean said anything.

"Now I'll be going. Goodbye boys. Goodbye little one, I'll be back soon to watch more movies" Crowley said whilst softly smiling at you before disappearing..

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yan-lorkai · 1 year

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*･゜ﾟ Request: May I request Malleus kidnapping his darling and their reaction?

Warning: Kidnapping, usage of magic??? I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

The first thing you saw when your eyes opened was a dark, cold place. Your whole body ached as if you had run a marathon before going to sleep - which was not surprising since you were constantly running around doing Crowley's work, trying to survive in a strange world with a precarious roof over your head because you needed the money.

But what caught your attention was the sound of water running somewhere far away, despite thin walls and blocked windows muffling the sound almost completely. The silence was also absolute, or it would have been if you hadn't noticed the chains on your wrists and your heart wasn't pounding so violently against your ears. Your head was spinning with anxiety and several ideas, each worse than the last.

Your eyes tried to look around the darkness looking for an exit or something to remove these chains, but you weren't able to identify much. Very little light came through the windows and it wasn't enough to see everything, just your hands, the gleam of chain and a door. And in a panic you pulled the chains once, twice, three times against the bracket that held them, not caring how loud it made or whether it alerted your alleged kidnapper. No, nothing crossed your mind except that you needed to get away, that you needed to get out of this sweltering darkness and get back to the NRC.

Suddenly a wooden door opening was what made you stop, easily identifying the figure standing over the beams of light. His black horns, his piercing gaze and the crooked smile were all you needed to see to know that one of your best friends had managed to find you. Malleus was there to save you. And tears of relief streamed down your face.

Relief that was short-lived. As soon as he turned on the light you noticed the shirt soaked in a red liquid and the ferrous smell that floated in the air already told you exactly what it all meant. Little pieces assembled in your head as he approached. Malleus had always been a dear friend, but he, too, liked to have your attention on him, to be the object of your affections, and he pouted if you talked about other people too long in his presence.

You should have guessed, you should have thought that something like this would happen in Twisted Wonderland. He loved to tell you how one day he would take you away from NRC to show you the world and the most beautiful landscapes, to show you his Kingdom and how the two of you would be together forever. But what you didn't imagine was that all this happened without your consent, chained to a soft and warm bed, with blood on the marble floor of the room and with your so sweet and dear friend holding Crowley's dead head, your principal.

“Child of man, I have brought you a present.” He said. A cheerful glint in his eyes as he approached with slow, calculated steps, if he noticed the fear with which you shrank further away from him with each step then he decided not to say anything about it. And a part of you wanted to scream at him to let you go, to get away, but the other part was frozen in fear and didn't know how to react. “He did not care for you as you deserved, child of man. But I can and will take care of you the way you should be taken care of, with love and care because I love you.”

Malleus laid Crowley's severed head across your thighs, looking at you the way a cat looks at its owner after bringing them a dead mouse. As if waiting for your approval.

Your breath started to hitch as you noticed the blood dripping over the base of your thighs to your ankles and finally onto the sheets. Scrambled sentences left your mouth as you threw Crowley’s head away from you, feeling hot tears run down your eyes. It was surreal the way you couldn't stop staring, everything around you seemed surreal, but it wasn't until Malleus pulled you into his chest that you snapped back to reality.

Words died inside your throat before you had a chance to say them, the heat of his arms as suffocating as being in the eye of a fire.

“Shh, I understand.” he whispered. Almost tenderly like a lover he proceeded to massage your scalp, lulling you back into the sleep you shouldn't have woken from. The same song he hummed to you every time you sat under the old willow tree in Ramshackle's backyard now seemed to herald the end of your freedom and all you had. “It's all a little too overwhelming for you right now, isn't it, child of man? But its alright."

You denied, looking into those green eyes you loved so much. “You… You can't do this. Malleus, by the seven of you, you just killed... a person.”

Ignoring your shaky voice, the prince smiled as he wiped away each of your tears. “Ah, child of a man, but he would die sooner or later. What's the difference? And besides, he was always forcing you to do his work, to survive in a place that could collapse at any second, and I remember hearing you say you didn't like him. So I killed him and I'm gifting you his head."

He was delusional, completely insane. His gleaming green eyes held a manic promise behind them and it made you tremble with fear in Malleus's arms, trying to escape them, trying to breathe right. But he remained firm, pulling you closer and closer as if he needed to feel your skin on his and smell the soft scent that emanated from you.

At other times you would have been happy to cuddle with him, but now desperation swelled within you. If all he said was serious then your life would be over from this day on, for he was the fifth strongest mage in all of Twisted Wonderland and you knew that nothing you did, no matter how much you begged, no one would help you. For that would be like signing a death warrant.

“Mhm, don't look at me like that. I do this for your own good.” he said in a whisper. Gently he cupped your face between his hands and ran his thumbs over your cheeks, placing a warm kiss on you forehead. "I know that in the morning you will be more receptive to conversation, but for now sleep, child of man."

Immediately your limbs got tired and he snuggled you to his chest as if you were the most precious treasure of his life. And maybe approaching him was your only mistake, people fear dragons for a reason.

"Sleep well, my beloved child of man."

And a single tear fell from your eye as unconsciousness welcomed you again. And you could only hope that it was all a strange dream.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #malleus draconia #yandere malleus #yandere malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu

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straightupsickfics · 3 months

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i just think 📘 reading in bed + 🩵 blankets + 💙 cold & flu symptoms would be very cute for ineffable husbands with a sick Crowley... i love your writing! thank you 🖤

wahhh this is sooooo cute for them pls 🥺🩵🩵🩵🩵

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“Hell itself would be better than this,” Crowley groans from where he’s sprawled across the sofa in the bookshop.

He's on day three of this winter cold, and all of his symptoms seem to have caught up with him at once. He’d spent the better part of the afternoon drooping about the shop, picking things up and putting them down, complaining about his sore throat, sneezing in little fits of twos and threes, and doing more or less anything he could to get Aziraphale’s attention.

“Now, I’m sure that’s not true,” Aziraphale tuts, putting his book aside and making his way over to him. “Are you even comfortable like that, my dear? We really can go upstairs. I’d go with you,” he promises, nudging the pouty demon. He coaxes Crowley up and off of the sofa before he can really even register what’s happening. Crowley settles against Aziraphale easily, though, blanket-warm and pliant even as he rolls his eyes.

“You’ll stay? You hate sleeping, angel,” Crowley reminds him. He sounds needier than he usually allows himself and Aziraphale hugs him just that much closer.

“I don’t hate it, I just don’t need it. Besides, I won’t be sleeping, dear boy, you will. I’ve just been reading, which I can do just as easily in bed.” Curling up in bed with Crowley, tucked beneath the lovely soft sheets and piles of blankets he’s collected for them — well, for Crowley, really — sounds just about as close to heaven as they can get down here on Earth.

“Mnh, fine,” Crowley agrees, like he’s doing Aziraphale an enormous favor, then gives himself away by turning and nuzzling a tired, sniffly kiss against his neck.

Aziraphale doesn’t bother trying to suppress the smile this elicits. It’s rare that Crowley lets himself be quite so vulnerable, and it’s never lost on the angel that he’s the only one who gets to see him this way. He presses a kiss to his forehead before they make their way upstairs – he’s not fever warm, not yet – but he makes a mental note to keep checking on it; Crowley’s colds almost always come with a low-grade fever that leaves him achy and miserable.

For someone who didn’t want to move, Crowley wastes no time crawling into bed and slithering under the covers as soon as they get upstairs, miracling himself into black, silky soft pajamas as he goes.

“Y’can change too, angel,” he says, tugging at the buttons of Aziraphale’s vest. “Ngk…h-hold that th-hih! thought… Hh’iiitshh! Huh’Uptshh!” Crowley turns away to sneeze, blinks a few times, then sneezes a third and final time, a harsher, wetter hh’IieeSHOO! that shivers right through him.

Aziraphale gives a soft, sympathetic sound, then tucks a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth in lieu of a blessing.

“Warm enough, darling?” Aziraphale asks, taking Crowley’s suggestion and changing into soft, plaid flannel pajamas before sliding into bed beside him.

“Mmh…am now,” Crowley says, winding himself around Aziraphale until they’re little more than a tangle of limbs, Crowley clinging onto him with no sign of letting go, snuggling into his chest and sniffling until he’s comfortable enough to relax. He’s pale, save for the pink tinge around his nostrils, and his eyes are drooping like he’s fighting to keep them open.

“Very good,” Aziraphale smiles.

“What’re you reading?” Crowley asks through a yawn.

Aziraphale’s face flushes. He’s read this one at least a dozen times, but he’s quite sure he’ll never get tired of it.

“Pride and Prejudice,” he admits, sneaking a glance at Crowley, who is already giving him a knowing look.

“Sap,” Crowley says through a yawn.

“Oh, you like this one,” Aziraphale says indignantly. And he does, though he’ll never admit it.

Crowley shrugs against him, then muffles a cough against his shoulder. “S’okay,” he says. “Darcy’s a bit of a prick, is all. …Y’can read it out loud if you like…”

“Because you like it, you mean,” Aziraphale teases.

Crowley doesn't say anything, but Aziraphale can feel him melting into sleep as he starts to read, the familiar story a comfort to them both.

“Sleep tight, my dear,” Aziraphale murmurs when Crowley drifts off.

#softersteve #my fic #good//omens

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sbk-zgvlt · 11 months

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1. I’m honestly impressed about how you two made a whole ass fan fiction which I heavily enjoy with just a simple question

2. I’m hoping onto that Peter Pan idea train

3. This random idea which has less Angst. Basically one day at NRC, all the main cast suddenly get transported into to a story book where they get each character is transported into a different story that best matches there personalities(or in author sense what there character was inspired by), so when the Diasomnia group get transported to the story of sleeping beauty, the can’t find Sebek anywhere. Meanwhile, Sebek is wondering where the hell everyone is and why he’s on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere, where’s there’s apparently pirate ships. (I also imagine sense Sebek is half crocodile fea he has a crocodile tail which can disappear and reappear)

1. We're just that cool

2. I think i need to make a tag for that now...

3. IM SO INSANE ABOUT THIS

They probably messed around with this cursed storybook that Crowley keeps in his office and now they suffer the consequences.

The thing is though that they have to complete each story by their order in the book to actually progress. So, we start with Alice in Wonderland where Heartslabyul is stuck in. The further down the story is in the book (First story = Alice in Wonderland, last story = Sleeping Beauty), the longer the dorm has been inside.

For example, Heartslabyul have only been stuck for a day. Savanaclaw for a week. Octavinelle for a month, etc.

The basics of how this works is that while the first story is being played out, the others haven't even started yet. They're basically on pause. It's like Heartslabyul is trying to finish the story in a day while Savanaclaw is stuck inside the story 1 week before the events actually happen.

When Heartslabyul finish their story, they get transported to the Lion King and meet with Savanaclaw. They finish the story, then meet with Octavinelle in Little Mermaid, so on and so forth.

They eventually reach the Sleeping Beauty, only to be met with a frantic Diasomnia who have been stuck in the story for 5 months (They don't age or something by the way...when they return to the real world they've only been gone for a minute).

Turns out they have NOT seen Sebek at all, and Silver is in a FRENZY. Malleus is starting to embrace his villain role a bit too well in the story, and Lilia has practically reverted back to his old war veteran days.

The cast finally snap them out of it when they're able to finish the story, and Riddle suggests that maybe Sebek wasn't affected by the storybook for some reason? Or they'll be able to find him once they reach the true end of the book.

So, the true characters of thr story finally manifest so Diasomnia can just watch things play out with the rest of the cast as well.

They watch Aurora get married, some get a bit teary-eyed while Leona and Malleus argue over the color of her dress, then all they have to do now is wait for the end of the story-

Everyone gets transported to a room. The Darlings' room. Everyone freaks out because WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GO HOME???

Diasomnia are inconsolable because they think that Sebek was left behind in the Sleeping Beauty story and will be stuck there forever and are continuously trying to find ways to go back-

"Uh, you guys aren't Wendy." Everyone turns towards the window. Peter Pan, in all his glory, was sitting by the windowsill with his arms crossed. He thinks that they broke in and is prepared to beat their asses until Jack and Trey explain their situation.

Peter hears about this Sebek guy and goes "Oh! You mean ole' croc? I know where he is!" Diasomnia pause and then immediately start screaming at him to bring them to him.

A few pixie dust later (courtesy of a disgruntled Tinkerbell), they're flying over Neverland. Peter is about to introduce them to the lost boys only for the sound of a cannon to interrupt him.

Pirates are invading the island once more, and the cast are quick to defend themselves. They can't seem to get a single hit on Captain Hook though, mostly because of fairy tale laws or whatever.

They're in a bit of a disadvantage, and even Peter is getting restless-

Tick.

Tock.

Captain Hook goes pale, as well as the rest of his crew. NRC look confused only for a familiar voice to ring throughout the fight: "ARE YOU BACK FOR ANOTHER ROUND, CAPTAIN?" It's Sebek!

Except he looks...different. Not different in the way that Rook now has black hair for whatever reason, nor different by the fact that Lilia's hair is long again.

This Sebek looks older. Not too old, but there are key differences. His usual round ears are now a bit pointed, his hair past his shoulders. He's wearing something wildly different- there's no trace of his uniform.

Instead, an old, raggy pirate's cloak hangs off his shoulders that just serves to make him look more intimidating. And uh the rest of his clothes are the ones that Will Stetson is wearing in his cover of Shinunoga E-wa with black pants LOOK MAN im writing this in my notes app offline.

His magestone is no longer placed in a pen, rather it hangs off his ear as an earring.

The biggest change however is the scales and tail...as well as the ticking face of a clock that replaces his right eye.

Hook's crew are quick to retreat, not before Sebek can suddenly jump into their ship though. The cast watch Sebek raise Hook up by the scruff of his neck, and with a flick of his wrist, his claws retract.

"P-please!" Hook pleads. "Have mercy!" Sebek smiles. "I'm true to my word, Captain." And promptly slices his hand off.

He jumps off the ship with Hook's hand, Peter quick to catch him as they ignore Hook's frantic screams. Blood trickles down his claws, and once they reach solid ground, Peter puts Sebek down.

Sebek throws the hand into the sand, and with a single kick, sends it flying into the ocean. Right on time, a crocodile jumps from the water and catches it into its mouth, before retreating back into the water.

"That was so cool!" Peter exclaims from behind him with childlike wonder. Sebek doesn't react, only sighing, "HUMAN, JUST BECAUSE IVE BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR DOESNT MEAN ILL BE HERE FOREVER. SOONER OR LATER, YOU WILL NEED TO FACE THE CAPTAIN BY YOURSE-"

He turns around to continue to berate Peter, only to pause when he sees the mildly injured forms of the NRC cast.

"...PETER WHAT THE FUCK"

#fuck you this is an au now #storybook madness au #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #my asks!

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