#crowley x female!reader

[happy74827]

The Demon With A Heart

[Crowley x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When Crowley saves your life, you can't help but think it was a little more than self-interest.

WC: 1858

Category: 99.9% Sexual Tension (lmfao), 0.01% Fluff + Angst? {TW: Mentions of Demons (obvi), Murder}

Crowley is too iconic not to have fics. I said what I said.

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You didn’t know how to react. It was as if your tongue was taken away, and you couldn’t talk, no matter how much you wanted to thank the man.

No, the demon.

You stood there with wide eyes, staring at the King of Hell, Crowley. He looked the same as before: a clean suit, a snarky comment, and a look of disgust on his face. But, instead of being on the opposite side, he was wiping the blood off of the angel blade he used to kill the angel that jumped you.

He just saved you—The King of Hell.

The very man who told Sam and Dean countless times that he doesn't do anything for free and doesn’t help people without getting something out of it. Yet, here he was, standing in front of you, not asking for a single thing.

The thought was a bit unsettling.

"Purely out of self-interest, darling," He says, breaking the silence and putting the stolen blade into his jacket. "Call it a favor that I plan to collect in the future."

He was about to leave, but you couldn’t let him go. Not without a thank you, at least. You didn't want him to think you didn’t appreciate what he did.

"Crowley."

The man turns back around, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

"Thank you."

The corner of his mouth turned upward, forming a small smirk. He didn’t say anything but rather kept his eyes on you for a second longer. He then disappeared, leaving you in the dark.

And it did leave you in the dark. For days, weeks, months. He never came for that favor, and he never brought up what happened. In fact, he barely talked to you at all. It was always towards the Winchesters.

You began to believe it was nothing but a dream. That Crowley somehow didn't save you. The angel was a fake, and this was all some sick joke. It felt like gaslighting.

But you knew what happened was real. You remembered the blood splatter and the dead corpse. The way his face contorted when he pierced the angel's heart.

It was all too real.

So, why was he ignoring you? Why did he pretend that it never happened? Was he going to hold it over your head? Or was it just the fact that the King of Hell did something nice for a human?

Was it because he… cared?

One night, you got your answer. It was a quiet night filled with books, tea, and soft music. At least, it was before those idiotic brothers decided to tear down the bunker in search of some book.

You couldn’t remember the exact reason they needed it, but you were too tired to argue. So, you stayed in your room and tried to fall asleep.

That is until the lights went out and the emergency lights kicked on. Okay, now you were annoyed. You got up, slipped on your shoes and a coat, and walked out of your room.

"Alright, what did you two-"

You paused mid-sentence, eyes falling onto the figure in the library. The man was facing the opposite way, but you knew exactly who it was. The familiar black suit and hair gave it away.

"Crowley…"

"Hello, Darling,” he replied, turning around and smiling at you. It was almost unnerving. He didn’t have a malicious aura or even an evil one. Just... a smile.

You looked behind him and noticed… well, nothing. You were expecting the Winchesters to be with him, and yet, it was just him.

"Where are the boys?"

"Moose and Squirrel? Ah, they're off somewhere, doing... well, you know. Something heroic, I suppose. Figured I’d stick around… enjoy the scenery."

That’s when you looked up and understood what he meant. He was stuck, quite literally. Those devil traps they put everywhere finally did something good.

You half-expected him to bring up that 'favor' he was talking about or maybe even just demand to get out of there, but he did neither. Instead, he looked at the ground and sighed.

At the moment, the King of Hell looked just like a caged puppy, sad and alone. If he wasn’t such a… demon, you might have even felt bad for him.

But, you left him in there, strolling along to the kitchen to find some kind of light. You were not giving up your two hours of reading due to power loss.

As you shuffled through the cabinets, looking for any form of match or lighter, the lights flickered back on.

So that’s where the Winchesters were.

You shrugged and turned back to your room but stopped at the entrance to the library. Crowley was still there, but this time, his face was twisted. He was clearly pissed.

"Why did you do it?" The burning question you wanted answered for months finally came out. Crowley stopped his little fit and turned towards you, a confused expression on his face.

He looked like he had no idea what you were talking about.

"I do a lot of things, Chipmunk. You'll have to be more specific."

You walked towards him, resting down the candles and book on a nearby table. You didn’t know why, but the need to confront him was growing.

"Save me all those months ago."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You were getting closer, now only a few feet from him. Crowley, however, didn’t back away. Instead, he watched as you moved, his expression unchanging.

"That angel could’ve killed me, yet you came out of nowhere and stabbed him. I know you don't do anything out of kindness, so why did you do it? What do I offer that no one else does?"

Crowley stayed silent for a while, not giving any indication of answering your questions.

You thought it was just a lost cause until his expression changed. It was subtle, but you caught it. The corner of his mouth turned down, and his eyes widened, then narrowed.

He almost looked ashamed.

"It's just like I said. Self-interest." He spat out, his voice sounding like venom. You almost took a step back. It still sounded like the same old Crowley, but his tone was different.

You decided to call his bluff.

"I don't believe you."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, a smirk coming across his face. He was amused by the sudden attitude, but it didn’t last long.

"And what makes you say that?"

"I saw the way you looked at me after you saved me. Hesitancy, almost. Like you were unsure. As if..."

The King of Hell stared at you, waiting for the last part of your statement. He was eager but not for the answer. No, he knew what you were going to say.

He was just waiting to hear it come out of your mouth.

"You care."

Those words hung in the air, both of you processing it. Crowley continued to stare at you, the smirk disappearing, leaving his face neutral. He had a blank expression.

A silence grew, the atmosphere turning awkward. It wasn't until the demon let out a loud sigh and looked to the side that it was broken.

"You’re really pulling on the heartstrings, Chipmunk,” he muttered, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "If I had one, I'd say it was aching."

"Do you?"

You knew what you were implying. Crowley was the King of Hell, the ruler of the damned. He was the furthest thing from human, yet he could walk among them and, sometimes, be mistaken for one.

Was it possible for him to be human or even have emotions?

Crowley looked at you and frowned, clearly not liking the topic. But he didn't deny it. It was a strange sight—the King of Hell, frowning and silent.

It was almost adorable.

"I'm not asking for anything. I just… want an honest answer."

"Well, I am a demon, love,” He stated, his tone changing to a more playful one. “Honesty isn’t quite in the job description."

"Crowley."

You were starting to get impatient, and it showed. Your voice was firm, and your posture was tense. You wanted an answer, and you were determined to get it.

The demon in question let out another sigh and looked at the ceiling as if praying for a quick escape.

"You're a pain, you know that? It's exhausting." He grumbled, rolling his eyes. "But, I suppose, since you asked nicely..."

The man looked at you, his lips pursed. He was still hesitating, which only made you more curious.

"Yes, I care. About you. Happy?"

You blinked a few times, processing the information. Did the King of Hell, the person known for not giving a shit, just admit he cares?

"I-" You started, not knowing what to say. It was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. Crowley wasn't exactly a bad guy, well, a demon.

"Do you actually mean that?"

"Now that…" Crowley started, his voice low and deep. He leaned towards you, making you back up, but the wall soon prevented you from going any further.

He was inches away, his breath hitting your face. You could see his eyes staring into yours—a pretty brown, like a mocha latte.

"…Is the kind of question that will get you in trouble, love."

You weren’t sure what he was planning, but you didn't care. The way his eyes were looking at you, the smirk on his face, the closeness...

He was probably expecting you to back away, but he was wrong. You were an avid reader, obsessive even. This scene wasn't new, nor was it shocking.

The only shocking part was the fact that you were the one in it. And, well, the fact that you didn’t mind it.

"Unlike you,” you whispered, a small smirk on your face. "I don’t care."

Your response made him pause for a moment, squinting his eyes and giving you a confused look. It only lasted a few seconds, though. Soon, he understood, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Touché"

You truly believed you were about to lose your chance with the man upstairs, but loud footsteps interrupted you.

"Crowley, you slimy son of a bitch! If you’re not here, we are going to-"

Dean stopped talking as he rounded the corner, seeing you and Crowley close. His expression was shocked, almost comical.

"The hell is going on here?"

You and Crowley both turned to look at Dean, a look of annoyance on the King of Hell's face. Sam came around the corner as well, sharing the same look of confusion.

Crowley gave you one last glance, a bit of disappointment in his eyes, before taking a step back. His attention moved on to the two hunters, his usual smile returning.

And despite the annoyance in the air and the confusion, the only thing that came across your mind was another question that you were sure would take control of your sleep schedule once again.

"Hello, boys," He purred, his arms moving to his side. He was back to his old self, not showing a single sign of what happened moments ago.

Had the beauty thawed the beast?

[ninjaart-fan]

Part 6

After Neige and the boys took the stranger to the infirmary and the nurse gave them the green light to stay and take care of her overnight, waiting to see if the girl would wake up. Chenya joined the group out of mere curiosity, not really to help, but just to find the most comfortable place to rest and have all the tea.

bonus:

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

parte 7

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Dean's cell phone ringing: "Hey Sammy what's up? I'm almost back at the Bunker."

Sam talking over muffled yelling: "Uh hey Dean before you come back can you stop and get something for Y/N? I think it's that time of the month and she summoned Crowley"

Dean: "Wait what? Why Crowley?"

Louder yelling, Sam shouting: "She wanted to insult someone and she said Cas was too sweet to handle it, so she summoned Crowley."

Dean listening to Y/N yell: Mocking Crowley's accent "I'm the bloody king of hell! My mother sold me for two pigs, wahh wahh"

Dean laughing: "Hows Crowley handling it?"

Sam chuckles, Crowley in the background: "It was three bloody pigs!"

Dean laughs: "I'll grab her some coffee and ice cream,try to keep peace Sammy"

Crowley in the background: "Hurry!"

Dean smiling to himself: "God I love her"

[starswritingdorm]

CROWLEY’S DAUGHTER AU!! pt 2

heartslabyul - will treat you with open arms!!! just make sure to follow the rules of course! The dorm leader, riddle, will invite you to the un-birthday party!! You also meet two dorks named ace and deuce! Those two will stick with you haha, Trey and cater would greet you so warmly and help you keep track of the rules

savanaclaw - would greet you nicely!! You can always go to the dorm leader Leona or vice dorm leader Ruggie, if you ever need help with stopping any of the students from being weird! Especially Jack!! He’ll help you keep weirdos away.

Octavinelle - hope you like hugs because Floyd would squeeze you as a welcome!! Azul may give you discounts or offer a job for you if you need money, mainly just discounts though! Can’t have a bad word head to crowley’s way

Scarabia - would greet you with the best food you can think of!! The dorm leader, Kalim, loves you and will always hug you when he gets the chance, the vice dorm leader, jamil would just nod and smile at you saying if you ever need help with anything don’t be afraid to ask!!

pomefiore - get ready for the vice dorm leader, rook, to shoot and arrow by your head with a note saying to got to pomefiore for a nice welcome, even with almost getting a head shot by the vice dorm leader, the dorm leader himself, vil, you treat you well and give skin care routines and also some fashion ideas if you’re into it. He may be a little harsh but it’s okay! He doesn’t mean to harm you! Oh and be ready for epel gifting you apples from his farm!!

Ignihyde - the dorm leader, idia, may not be present when he sees you since he hates interacting with people, so imagine finding out you arrived and not only that you’re crowley’s DAUGHTER? Yeah it’s a pass from him..but do expect his little brother to say hello for him! He’s a sweetie, ortho will always say hello for idia and may try to set you two up so idia has someone to talk to and date!!

Diasomnia - might be a little awkward since you meet the dorm leader, malleus, by ramshackle, even though you’re crowley’s daughter, if you want to stay on campus instead of going home..you kinda have to live there..but you meet him and to malleus’s surprise you weren’t scared of him! Just be a little wary since a certain green haired boy will tell you to not harm malleus in any way. Other than that the vice dorm leader lilia and his son silver seem very nice!!!

[snugglebug-mj-blog]

hugging them for the first time pt5

Pomefiore Dorm & staff (Vil, Rook, Crewel, Trein, Vargas, and sam)

Y/n has been at NRC for a while and she's never hugged anyone (besides grim) until today. Y/n took in a deep breath before walking out the door of the ramshackle dorm with grim on her shoulder.

Rook Hunt: He already knows what's going on and is excited! When he sees y/n walking towards the pomefiore dorm he was singing praises as he ran towards her. Y/n had a feeling rook knew he’s rook he always knows. Anyway when she saw the blond hunter running towards her singing praises she just shook her head, smiled, and held her arms out for the french man, Which he quickly wrapped his arms around her and hugged y/n very tightly while swinging her around.

Vil Schoenheit: Ask before touching! Y/n may be his favorite potato but ask first! Vil was in his room doing his normal afternoon routine when he heard a knock on the door “enter!” vil said as he just finished putting the lotion on his face “Roi du Poison little trickster is here to see you” Rook happily said as he opened the door revealing both rook and y/n “come in my potato! You're just in time to try this new lotion! Rook shut the door on the way out please!” Vil smiled as he patted the seat beside him. Y/n walked over to him and gently sat down beside him. “Ok my potato, what brings you to me today?” vil asked as he rubbed the lotion on y/ns puggy face “Nothing wrong, i just wanted to ask if i could give the fairest of them all a hug?” Y/n asked vil looked at her before smiling and pulling her into a hug “of course potato! Thank you for asking as well” vil said as he patted the back of her head.

Crowely: Hair spay and a lighter I'm making smoked crow sorry Crowley fans, no touching this man in my story. Crowely “come on give me a hug i’ve been so generous” “Mf you overwork me, cut the money, threaten to kick me out of the ramshack if i don't do your job and more!” Crowely sat pouting in a corner. Y/n definitely bribed ruggie to steal the crows credit cards ( my Hogwarts oc everytime crowley upsets her off “AVADA-” was tackled and hugged by the first years.)

Crewel: Father! Y/n saw her father figure she smiled as she quickly walked up beside him “afternoon professor crewel you need some help?” y/n asked crewel looked shocked for a second “sorry pup you startled me, but yes i would greatly appreciate the help” crewel said as y/n opened her arms he gently placed some of the stuff he was holding into her arms “thank you pup!” crewel smiled at y/n as they started walking. As they walked down the hall y/n and crewel was talking about each others days since today was one of the days y/n didn’t have potions. Crewel was proud that she got a 90% on her last history quiz. Soon they got to crewel's classroom and they placed everything on his desk “D- professor crewel earlier you looked very concentrated. Anything else I can help you with?” y/n asked crewel smiled before he shock his head no “no pup thank you though and here for helping me” crewel replied as he handed her a lollipop y/n smiled before hugging him. Crewel froze before hugging her back. They soon let go of each other Y/n waved by before she left. Crewel nodded to himself “i’ve made up my mind” {can you guess where this is going? hehe)

Trien and Lucius: Grandpa! Head pats{he reminds me of my grandpa. Strict and good at history} Trien was walking out of his classroom with Lucuis when he saw y/n walking down the empty school hall “hello professor Trien, Hello Lucius!” y/n waved at them “y/n meow what are you doing roaming the halls at this hour school ended thirty minutes ago” Trien asked as he watched y/n pet lucius making the grumpy cat purr “i was helping Professor crewel take stuff to his classroom” y/n replied Trien nodded. Y/n went to his side before hugging him he just hmmed before gently patting her on the head. “Now run along” Trien said y/n nodded and quickly walked off. Trien had a small smile on his lips.

Vargas: He will pick you/BEAR HUG! Vargas was putting up some of the left over brooms from flight class. “Here” a small voice said Vargas turned to see y/n holding the rest of the brooms “Thanks! I’m glad you're here. I wanted to let you know you’re really good at flying, i’m proud!” Vargas said as he took the brooms from her and locked him up in their place. Vargas turns around and bear hugs y/n, y/n just laughed and tries to hug him the best she could.

Sam: Big brother. Sam knew y/n was on her way to see him, his friends on the other side told him. Soon he heard the door open “Hello my Little imp! What can i do for you today?” sam asked as he walked up to y/n “i need something but you don’t sell it” y/n started sam hmmed “hmm what would that be? Since your my favorite imp i can get it in a snap!” sam smiled bowing alittle bit “A hug from you” y/n said quickly Sam straighten back up and looked at her for a second “you wanna hug from me?” sam asked y/n nodded “only if you’re ok with it” she replied sam just smiled “Come here little imp!” he said opening his arms y/n gladly hugged him and she could feel someone hugging her back she looked the best she could and saw sams shadow on the wall hugging her.

[lunajay33]

I’ll Be There🤎

Summary: After Castiel gets tortured by other angels he shows up at your door, you were always his favorite and someone he could trust so you help clean him up

Pairing: Castiel x f!reader

•Masterlist•

I was sitting at this dinky motel table doing some research on a case with my brothers, Sam and Dean, when there was a knock at the door followed by a groan

I got up placing my hand on my holstered gun and opened the door, there stood Castiel blood running down his nose and his shirt covered in blood either it be his or some other being

“Castiel what happened” I gasp wrapping my arm around his waist leading him carefully inside, I know he’s an angel but he’s still obviously hurting

“Some angels got me, wanted to know information on where the tablet might be, barely got away” he said slumping down the bed Dean was sitting on

“How’d you get away?” Dean asked

“One of them wasn’t as loyal to the cause and gave me a window to escape”

“Come on let me get you cleaned up hun” I smile reassuringly, I lend out my hand which he is quick to take as I lead him to the motel bathroom

“Sorry we couldn’t help, I hate seeing you like this” I say as I wet a cloth then gently dabbing at the dried blood in his nose

“I wouldn’t want you in harms way” after I washed the blood off his wound already seemed to have healed but his shirt was still bloody

“Please be more careful Cas I don’t know what I’d do without you” he stood towering over me

“I’d never leave you and if I did you’d still have Sam and Dean”

“Cas they’re my brothers that’s not how I see you”

“Do we not have a bond?” He asked confused in that endearing way

“Of course we do I just feel different about you” I say as a blush heats my face as I look up at his intense stare

“And how is it you feel?”

“I like you”

“Well I like you as well, all of you are my friends”

“No Castiel…….i really really like you”

“And I really really like you” he smiled, god this was frustrating

I took his hand and lead him back out to Sam and Dean

“We have a bit of an issue, I’m trying to tell Cas here how………..how I have feelings for him but he’s not really grasping it” admitting my feelings about Castiel to my brother is extremely embarrassing but all they do is smile

“Cas you can do that mind reading thing just read her mind and maybe you will understand what she’s talking about” Sam said trying to hide his mischievous smirk

Cas stood infront of me with a determined look as he placed his hands on my shoulders

“Do you consent to this?”

“Ummm sure” my eyes shone bright as my memories and feelings of him flickered through my head, the feeling of my beating heart speeding up when he’d glance at me and smile, or when he’d do anything cute my belly would fill with butterflies, when we first went and got ice cream together and his reaction at the first taste made me feel like joy was all that came when being around him

The light dimmed and we were back in reality, he looked at me with awe as if what I feel for him is crazy

“Your heart beats for me?” He asked tenderly as he covered my heart with his hand

“Always Cas”

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#656 Family Vacay

In a Teacher meeting

Crowley*Drinking coffee with a spaced-out look* -You know what Teenage Girls don't care about?...

Trein*Looking at him weirdly*...

Crewel*Raises brow at him*...

Crowley: Is your feelings...*Sees their confused expression and cackles knowing Trein's got two daughters*HAHAA-OH MAN I'm sure your daughter or granddaughter have said something to your face and-

Crowley: "I would punch a grown man in the mouth for saying that shit to me" Can I tell the shit she said to me-

Crowley starts to explain how he took You, Grim, and the other Yuus to the beach...on his vacation to the beach

Crowley: WE WERE AT THE BEACH-and'm at the beach wearing beach attire you know shorts, no shirt...She was on her phone by the way they deliver their insults WITH ZERO EMOTIONS...right to your face super matter-of-fact...

-At said beach with you texting your boyfriend and passing by Crowley who was putting sunscreen and Yuuka, Yuuta & Grim Burying Yuuken on the send giving him a sand mermaid tail and boobs-

F!Yuu*Looks at him briefly*...Nice Titties

Crowley*Freezes and looks as you sit down under the shade*...THESE are pecs...

F!Yuu*Not even looking back at him*Maybe they USED to be...but those are titties now

-Back to Meeting-

Crowley*Deppressed his face on the table*-RIGHT TO MY FUCKING FACE-

Trein, Crewel, Vargas & Sam @ Crowley-

[demon-lover-669]

Crowley: so the board has asked that I have you student’s do a survey! So let’s watch this video of this year’s memories!

The video: *is a bunch of stock photos with students faces edited on them*

Y/n: You didn’t get married!

Crowley: YES I DID YOU GIFTED US A BLENDER!

Y/n: no you didn’t and if you had I would have RSVPed no

[inuiiwonderland]

Twisted captivity

Chapter 1

Twst third years x fem reader

A/n: here is the first chapter of my new series “twisted captivity” !! Again this is a yandere series so it will have some dark themes! Also, the first couple chapters will be more on the short side since It has been a while since I wrote anything and also because of my major writers block and motivation for writing. So I’m taking baby steps rn lol. But I genuinely wanna write this since it’s been on my mind for MONTHS! So enough about my rambling I really hope you guys enjoy this!

Words:766

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You walked down the long hallway as Crowley explained to you the rules and things you would be in charge of.

“Since your father told me you’re a researcher, you will be in charge of writing down every detail and interaction you have with the mers and also help us understand more about them and their biology!”

You simply nodded, still not believing that he has REAL mermaids and mermen’s in his care.

“You will also be in charge of feeding them, cleaning and taking care of their tanks! Though do be careful, some of them can be very wary and may attack when they feel threatened!”

“Ah that’s…good to know”

“Great! Now it’s time for you to come meet them so follow me” You followed him as he led you down a long hallway before walking through a double door which led you to a giant lab. In there you can see a big window as people rush in all sorts of directions.

“This is our lab! Here we run all our experiments and test” Your eyes grow wide as you see a couple of people roll in a big cart with an equally large tank which has a mermaid inside.

The poor thing was thrashing around in the tank as she clawed on the glass. The tank must have been made with really strong glass since it didn’t crack or break by how hard the poor thing was banging on it. The cart was rolled to another room, which you did NOT want to know about.

“Don’t worry she’ll be fine”

Something tells you she wouldn’t….

“Come follow me! I’ll show you the less aggressive ones first”

Okay now you were slowly starting to regret this

Maybe you should’ve stayed home and made yourself a good meal as you watched your favorite show. But no, you decided to show up instead.

What if this is all illegal? What if the government or whoever doesn’t even know such a thing exists?! Or maybe Crowley is working for the government?!

As you begin to panic, you accidentally bump into said man as he comes to a stop.

“Sor-“

“We’re here!” You step aside and you stare in awe as you are met with a beautiful sight.

The place looked absolutely gorgeous. It definitely didn’t look like it belonged in a research facility.

The place had a huge waterfall along with some beautiful trees and huge rocks and caves. You noticed a bridge in the center of it all and it had beautiful long vines surrounding it.

This definitely looked like it came from a fairy tale

“Welcome to the heartslabyul enclosure!” He says with a big smile.

“This place is so…”

“Amazing right? I’m glad you think so because I spent millions on this place!”

“Hey Crowley!” You both turned around to see a man with black and white hair. The man looked annoyed as he glared down at Crowley.

“Ah! Crewel! Nice seeing you here today, say why are you here?” The man scowled.

“I work here you idiot”

“Hey now that’s not a good way to talk to your boss! I have a new worker here with me and you can’t make it seem like calling me an idiot is okay!” Crowley says as crewel turns to look at you.

“You should still run while you have the chance” He says which causes Crowley to gasp.

You just awkwardly laugh as crewel and Crowley continue to bicker back and forth. You step away from the two as you decide to explore the area a bit more.

You walk down the bridge and to a small path that leads you to another beautiful part of the area. As you continued exploring, you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that peeked from under one of the lily pads.

Red eyes followed you as you continued to walk down the path.

Weird….never seen her around before

He watches you like a hawk before quickly ducking down as you turn around.

You eye the water curiously

“Weird….could’ve sworn I heard something” As you were about to walk a little closer towards the water, the sound of your name being called made you stop. You look up to see Crowley waving at you from the bridge.

“Come! I have more things to discuss with you in my office!” You just nodded but before you left, you looked back at the water one last time before walking away and to where crowley was.

As you leave, the boy slowly comes back up with curious eyes.

She looks nice….

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Again sorry for such a short chapter😓 but as I said, baby steps!

Taglist: @ruisann @roseapov @0ffth3rec0rd @anunholyabomination

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Also! Reader will have more like a mother/older sister relationship with the 1st and 2nd years! I will explain more as the story goes:)

[chocourse]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 (𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜)

➶ poly! ineffable husbands x angel! fem!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ The Egyptians built one of the seven wonders of the world, the Greeks discovered philosophy, but make-up was invented by a desperate angel during the construction of the Tower of Babel, when people spoke the same language and wanted to settle in a city after the great flood. That angel was you. And you really needed the make-up when the first bite happened.

➴ genre: fluff, polyamory, falling in love

: ̗̀➛ warnings: references to christian religion & lore, fashion and make-up lore, love bites/hickeys, mentions of snake poison, corruption i think

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⁀➷ special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

⁀➷ a/n: Hi, dears! I am happy that I took the time to publish this story here after Ao3. I wrote it in January when I watched Good Omens and was looking for comfort after bawling my eyes out. Alright, that's all I wanted to say. Go and enjoy your unique history with the ineffable husbands! <3

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A FAIRLY LONG TIME AGO

As much as possible, you wanted to blend in with the people. You were too attracted by their nature to spend the rest of your time until Armageddon up there, among snow-white washed columns, in empty halls where nothing really interesting happens. You can deliver the reports even if you’re living on Earth and watching the humans work, you reassured yourself.

You've enjoyed watching the mortals ant-like, feverishly at work, creating wonders like the Tower of Babel.

“Upon my word, what a masterly job,” said Aziraphale, when the tower was already very high.

Aziraphale agreed with you about your intentions on earth, and you used to talk about the exciting things people can do and how exciting it will be to learn about their work and future generations.

When you were particularly engrossed in reciting your predictions, and explaining them to each other with sparkling eyes, Crowley would just roll his eyes and do it with relish, as if it was his natural reaction to your enthusiasm. He decided he'd rather be with the two of you instead of in the company of damned souls and stake-ridden demons when there was no one to tempt and lead into sin. It wasn't boring at all, especially with the fairs they held back then, the intoxicating people, the musical instruments, the delicious food. 

His favorite events were the celebrations. When the men working on the tower would take a break from work and gather in town to drink and sing. They fanned his fire, his desire to do something underhanded. Not evil, just something genuinely bad. Like what he did to the apples and Eve at the tree.

He thought deeply about the ways in which he could make others sin. That's when he heard you laugh. You were amazed at what Aziraphale had said. You sipped flushedly into your alcohol jar. You weren't wearing your halo or spreading your wings, but you looked just like an angel. Beautiful, ethereal, uncorrupted, even when you were indulging in human pleasures and getting drunk at an easy pace.

Bingo.

Crowley smiled, his eyes gleaming under his black sunglasses. He headed towards you.

“Did you try everything?” he asked.

“The dates are heavenly ,” Aziraphale agreed, putting another piece in his mouth. “You must try one, Crowley.”

“I will,” the demon promised. “Later. But first, I'm going to taste something that's inviting to my imagination…”

His fingers brushed over your shoulder. His fingertips touched your sensitive skin, then...

“Ow !" you squeaked in surprise as he sank his canines into the exposed skin of your neck. 

When an angel wants to fit in with humans, she can't walk around with a snake-bitten neck like she's fine. So you tried to use a miracle to make it disappear, but as it turns out, miracles don't work on demonic bites, which is kind of unfair, but part of the Incomprehensible Plan, so you had to resort to some other method, without blaming the Almighty for creating the demon bite the way it is.

You used paint to cover it up. It was the first make-up experiment in history. Cleopatra will use your method in dark red, but it will be a long time before then, your injury will heal and heal many times over.

In any case, Crowley grinned as he watched you walk around for weeks, neck covered in paint. He was very pleased with himself, and you often caught him looking at you with his yellow snake eyes, grinning like he was planning to do it again.

When God confused the tongues of men, you were grateful to Him. 

Now, you could send the demon to Hell in countless languages.

IN THE 16TH CENTURY

Garbo.

Garbos everywhere.

Lace, frills, colours, fancy fabrics. You were very fond of the English Renaissance under Queen Elizabeth I. Mainly because of the full turtlenecks, which usually covered your neck magnificently. You could even forgive the low-cut dresses and corsets - although when silk scarves came along, looking back, the wide turtlenecks you once wore would have looked like clown costumes.

It was further satisfying to know that Crowley hated rules by default, let alone about fashion. He really despised the Sumptuary Laws, and cursed that he hadn't invented them, because they were truly demonic. In contrast, Aziraphale, who always put a lot of effort into his appearance, was fine with the expected attire, and always looked elegant with a pleasant smile. 

Sometimes, though, his smile faltered when his turtleneck grazed the bite marks on his neck. You stroked his upper arm sympathetically at such times, and yet: neither of you told Crowley to stop what he was doing on your necks.

You had no problem with early medieval times. The tight, plain dresses were simple and, importantly, the neck was not visible, only the back of the hands and the face, and after marriage, the hair - not that you married, it was just the fashion among married women. On the other hand, the pale ideal of the early Middle Ages, when women had blood drained to make them white as doves, was disappointing. Then came arsenical powders, the cause of many women's deaths. At the time, you were ashamed of inventing make-up, and so women wanted to tamper with their natural beauty with all sorts of talc fads. You have to suffer to be beautiful, they said, and they didn't realize that there was no need for any suffering because they were beautiful from creation.

Your determination was only further strengthened when it was discovered that Elizabeth I died of blood poisoning from using white lead on her face. And you thought the sixteenth century would bring radical changes…

Actually, there has been a radical change, but not in make-up.

Crowley invented the suction mark, which didn't swell up like a snake venom-infused wound and came in a variety of colours depending on how much time Crowley put into creating them. They made him feel like an artist, so he liked to tinker with them. He'd been paying devoted attention to your necks for a very long time, so you're actually used to it, it's become a tradition. 

In fact, you both kind of loved it.

IN THE 19TH CENTURY

The rice powder is made from natural ingredients. We're finally back here, you peacefully acknowledged at every social gathering. Usually you only powdered the back of your neck, but richly. The fashions of the 1800s called for ruffles, corsets, a relatively modest neckline, no turtlenecks or neck-covering. But a thorough, ornate make-up look was something every self-respecting woman had to create, and because you only covered your neck, you were often the victim of gossip.

When Aziraphale opened his bookshop and held a small gathering to celebrate with champagne, snacks and a ball, the ladies whispered a great deal about you, hiding behind their fans. They sized up your clothes, your make-up, yourself. They guessed how much of a goer you must be. It made them angry that even though you don't wear normal makeup, men still seek your company because you're witty and good, not jealous like them.

Crowley was annoyed by the women who belittled you, the men who complimented you, the fact that you had been hiding the fact that you were his for centuries. Just like Aziraphale, only he didn't seem as desperate as you to cover his marks. Although his top hat usually shaded them well, where it was appropriate to remove the headgear, nothing covered them.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley more and more often as if he knew perfectly well what the marks meant, just as he knew that Crowley was a cruel, unrelenting demon and would not say it.

When Crowley asked you to stop covering your neck, he was actually saying it. With his eyes shining mysteriously in the moonlight through the window, when Crowley took off his glasses and all the guests had gone, leaving only the three of you and the empty glasses and the crumbs. 

Tenderness and love. This is what his words would have tasted like if you had eaten them.

It was the same way Aziraphale looked at you when you caught him gazing at you, silent and dreamy, or when you simply spoke to him enthusiastically about something that interested and excited you as people once did when the Tower of Babel was raised, and he listened patiently, as if he had nothing better to do.

When you said all right to Crowley with a smile, that meant you loved him, too. 

Them, too.

NOWADAYS

“Um, are you–” Gabriel furrows his eyebrows and tries to decipher you with a polite smile. “What is this?”

You're wearing the purest white, as befits a visit to Heaven. Obviously Gabriel would not object to that. He wears mostly white, with a faint hint of blue. What he can't make out is the fluffy white scarf wrapped tightly around your neck, right up to your nose. You stand before him like a polar bear with a neck brace. Or an almost completely covered, ethereal mummy. 

Or maybe a spool of toilet paper. 

You pull the material slightly in front of your mouth to answer. 

“I'm cold,” you report with a blush.

“It must be exciting.” Gabriel admits that you've probably spent too much time on Earth, among humans, and its somewhat dulled your angelic senses. He clears his throat. “Well, we can get down to business then, let's not waste each other's precious time.”

You nod. He is absolutely right.

In the empty, snow-white-plastered heavenly hall, a table, a folder and a pen with wings - not a bijou, strictly used for official signatures - appear. Sighing, you take a comfortable seat, and as you take the pen, you give thanks that now women can wear comfortable and practical pants too. 

And, you add with even deeper satisfaction, great scarves.

...

Ignoring the closed sign, you rip open the door and burst into the bookshop.

“Sorry, but we’re closed– Oh, it's you.” Aziraphale smiles a greeting, then notices the upset on your face. “What happened, darling?”

“It was embarrassing to show myself like this in front of Gabriel,” you reply as you begin to unravel the fuzzy covering around your neck.

Aziraphale pats your upper arm piteously, presses a kiss to your temple and promises to bring you a mug of hot chocolate to help you relax.

Long time ago you promised Crowley you wouldn't cover his marks, but when you meet your angelic bosses, it's a different story. If they find out what's between you and him, they'll make hell in heaven. That doesn't impress Crowley, especially not today. Before you left, he had so covered your neck with his special love marks that a simple scarf wouldn't have been enough to cover it. Especially since he's recently returned to biting.

You'll find him on the sofa at the back of the shop. He's got a real proud smile that makes you want to throw a scarf at him. You throw the scarf at him. He catches it easily.

"You little..." you grit your teeth.

“Idiot? Shit? Asshole? The lowest of demons? Bitter of your eternal life?” He's playing with the scarf. He doesn't look up, doesn't admire the colorful patchwork he's created on your neck. Even better. If he would do it, throwing a scarf at him would not be enough.

"Lovely sweet creature," you say in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Bleh.” Crowley scowls. “That's a thousand times worse than you swearing.”

“I know. That's why I do it.” You sit down in the armchair furthest away from him and continue to stare at him harshly.

He sighs.

“My love, you're too beautiful with my marks on your neck. I cannot help it. And every man should know those are mine. Even the angels up there.”

Except Aziraphale. He already knows full well that if the blobs on your skin were to be exhibited as paintings, the artist's name would clearly be Crowley.

And you know what these marks are called these days, and that makes you happy. You ask, a little more lightly, if he knows. Crowley shakes his head.

“Love bites,” you tell him.

“It's only natural that they call it that. I invented it, and for thousands of years you and Aziraphale have been the only ones to get it. What else could it be?” Crowley gets up, comes over to you and squats down in front of you, taking your hand in his. He’s not wearing his sunglasses. His eyes are vivid, the sky glowing yellow behind the black sliver of the moon. "It's not something I give as punishment or temptation. It is exactly what it is called. Humans are smart enough to give it such a good name.”

“Well, well, you're praising the humans.” Aziraphale arrives balancing a tray on the low coffee table next to his open book and a stack of newspapers.

“Have you heard what my creations are called?”

“I don’t think so.”

The demon tells him. The angel blushes and starts passing out mugs. Crowley admires him, then turns to you.

“Will you sit with me?”

Luckily for him, you're not overly resentful. You nod, and you’d be lying if you said you weren't warmed by the sight of his smile and his hand reaching out for yours. You end up on the soft couch, his arm around your shoulders, your hot chocolate in your hand.

And love bites on your neck.

[holylulusworld]

Secret Love (1) - Hello, Darling

Square 12 filled for @heavenandhellbingo: Temporary Allies

Pairing: Crowley x Sister!Winchester

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Rating: Teen

Warnings: angst, mentions of demon deals, cocky Crowley, flirty Crowley, pining

A/N: Please consider, I do not follow the exact timeline, or plot this time.

A/N2: In the flashback, the reader is around 17. We are in Season 4. Later we are in Season 12 and she’s 25.

Words: 1,7k

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The first time you met Crowley was when you lived in a nightmare that didn’t want to end.

That was shortly after you found out about the things that bump in the night. One night, a monster with glowing red eyes tried to eat you alive. Literally.

His teeth were about to sink into your flesh when a man in black appeared out of nowhere. He smirked, looked down at your trembling form, and patted your head.

“Hello darling,” he said. “How about you tell me why you came here?” He looked at the monster chasing you. “Oh, what do we have here?” The man cocked his head and said something to the monster you didn’t even understand.

The monster dipped his head, growled, and ran for the hills.

“What?” You whimpered as the man looked down at you.

He shrugged and looked at you with red eyes. You screamed and scrambled away. Even though he saved you from the monster, he wasn’t to be trusted either.

 “You called. I came.”

“I-I didn’t call you,” you said and tried to get back up on your feet. “Please just leave me alone.”

“Darling,” he huffed, "you put the box into the ground and called for me. “So, what can I do for you?”

Your eyes grew wide. “She was right? The woman was right?” You stammered. “I didn’t mean to…I…”

“Hmm…your mommy, huh?” He nodded thoughtfully. “I can bring her back, darling. You only have to say yes.” The man smirked and held out his hand. “Say yes, and I fulfill your wish.”

“Mom is gone, and they want me to live at an orphanage,” you sniffled. “They stole all of my stuff.” You pressed your duffle bag to your chest. “That’s all I got left. The woman in the cemetery told me what to do to get Mom back.”

“A deal is all I can offer to you,” he patted your head again. “All you have to give me in return is your soul.”

You gaped at the man. Back then, you were barely a teen but you knew, your soul was something you didn’t want to hand over to a guy with red eyes.

“You want my soul?” You wiped your eyes. “What happens to me if I give you my soul?”

The man dipped his head and looked at you for a brief moment. His eyes turned back to normal, and he wanted to say something but then...all hell broke loose.

“Girl, down,” you screamed when two men started to fire bullets at the man in the black suit. You dropped to the ground and covered your ears. Screaming and crying.

Who would’ve thought the nightmare could get even worse?

“Are you alright?” You felt two strong hands grasp for you. You opened your eyes and looked up at a man. He smirked, grabbed you by your waist, and threw you over his shoulder.

“Sammy, get her bag. We gotta get out of here.”

“HELP! HELP!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. “I’m getting abducted!”

“Sweetheart, you gotta be silent or the others will find us. This one left, but we don’t know about the others.”

“Others?” It was all too much, and you passed out.

When you woke, two tall guys were staring down at you. One of them threw water in your face, murmuring words in Latin you didn’t understand.

“Christo,” he said and stepped away to get a knife. You screamed again when he pressed the dull side of the knife to your cheek. “I think she’s herself, Dean.”

“Alright, kiddo,” the other man said and clapped his hands. “I know you have a lot of questions, but before we talk you need to put this around your neck.” He handed you a talisman. You put it around your neck without questioning him. “Good.”

“This isn’t easy to explain, Y/N. I’m Sam,” the taller guy splashing water in your face said and pointed at his chest. “This is my brother Dean.”

“Winchester,” Dean said. You furrowed your brows. Winchester. That name rang a bell. “I see you remember the name.”

“Uh-mom,” you choked out, “had a friend called John Winchester. He came around for a few years. Now and then. Sometimes he brought me gifts.” You shrugged. “He disappeared and one day, she cried and told me that he died. That was around…”

“Four years ago?” Sam ended your line. You nodded and looked at the man with shaggy hair. “John Winchester was our father.”

“Which means, that you are our baby sister,” Dean said, earning a bitchface from his brother. “What? We have Lucifer on our asses, demons want our sister to say yes to the very same bastard and, we don’t want to talk about the crossroad demon she summoned.”

“He kinda appeared out of nowhere,” you grumbled. “The woman said they can bring back mommy.”

“For the small price of your soul. You’d have ended up in hell, sweetheart,” Dean muttered. “I can tell, it’s no fun and rainbows down there.”

“I didn’t sell that dude anything. He appeared and chased the monster chasing me around town away. He offered a deal and then, you tried to shoot me.”

“Shoot you?” Dean scoffed. “I tried to save your ungrateful ass!”

“Bitch!” You threw in his face, earning a chuckle from Sam.

“Jerk!” Dean replied.

“Guys, we should focus on getting to know each other and not get killed. Or, to say yes to Lucifer…”

That’s exactly how you ended up here, staring at the map table at the bunker.

“That’s a stupid idea,” you huff. “Why do we have to defeat Lucifer again, and again? He’s not our responsibility!”

“Well, Castiel freed him so,” Dean shrugs. “It’s kind of our problem. We got to find a way to send him back to his cage.”

“Or kill him,” you mutter. “I’m just done running in circles. It’s been too many years, guys! We defeat him. He comes back. We send him to his cage. He gets freed. I’m just fed up. And we don’t want to talk about the shitty dreams I’m having since he’s free.”

“Y/N,” Sam sniffs. “I’m so sorry he tries to get into your head now. Lucifer knows that I’d never say yes again. He tries to find a suitable replacement.”

“Why can’t I at least get an angel,” you grumble. “If I was Michael’s sword, I’d say yes only to kick Lucifer’s ass.”

“No, you won’t say yes to anyone!” Dean raises his voice. “None of these angel dicks will get a yes from a Winchester ever again. It’s worse enough that Sammy and Adam said yes once. Look where it got us.”

“Do you think Adam is still in hell?” You wonder while your brothers try to not think about Adam. They never had the chance to get to know their half-brother. Maybe that’s why they can push the memories of him away most of the time.

“Sweetheart let’s not think about this now,” Dean gently pats your head. “We have enough on our plate.”

“Hmm…” You nod thoughtfully. “What if he doesn’t find a new meat suit? How many people can carry him for longer than a few days?”

“He’ll always find a way to sneak his way into a weak person’s mind…”

All of you are silent for a moment. Castiel is out there, looking for Lucifer while you and your brothers try to find a way to finally bring the devil down.

You stare at the map table, sighing deeply. How shall you find the devil?

“Hello boys,”  your cheeks heat up and you giggle when Crowley appears out of nowhere. Just like all those years ago, he managed to sneak behind your back to poke your side. “Hello, darling.”

“What are you doing here, Crowley?” Dean huffs. He glares at Crowley and curls his upper lip. The king of hell still reminds him of his time as a demon, and Dean hates remembering this time.

“Wings is out there looking for Lucifer,” the king of hell slides his fingertips over the map table, eyes glued to you. You sigh happily because he’s finally back. “I thought you could need help.”

“Dean?” Sam furrows his brows.

“How do you want to help us? Stab us in the back?” Dean spats at the demon.

“Hey, if you work with a demon, you get burned,” Crowley shrugs. His eyes still glued to you he circles the map table. “Maybe I know where Lucifer is hiding. I could need backup, though.”

“You mean you need a pawn to sacrifice,” Dean snaps at Crowley. You sigh deeply. Yes, Crowley is a demon. The king of hell. Still, you cannot deny that he helped you and your brothers more than once. He even saved you from that monster years back.

Sometimes you wonder if things were differently if you weren’t the little Winchester.

Would the king of hell pay more attention to you? Would he look at you differently?

You bite your index finger while watching him. He’s wearing a new suit. It’s all black as always, but you can see the difference.

“Nice new suit,” you suddenly say, snapping your mouth shut seconds later. “Uh…”

“Thank you, pipsqueak,” Crowley flashes you a smile, making you feel warm. He’s a natural flirt. All the pretty women, humans, or creatures are not all over him for nothing. “At least one of you has a good taste. I like your shirt too.” He points at the plain Zepplin shirt Dean got for you last month. It’s secondhand and washed out, but your heart flutters because Crowley complimented you.

Things would be so much easier for you if you didn’t have a crush on the king of hell for years. It only got worse when Sam tried to cure Crowley years ago.

“I don’t trust you,” Dean huffs.

“I came here to help, Squirrel,” Crowley flashes you a smile, “Moose, Pipsqueak. Your choice.”

“Why not join forces, Dean? He’s the king of hell and knows more about Lucifer than anyone else. We have been Temporary Allies with demons and even Lucifer in the past. Why not trust Crowley?”

“Aw, my sweet darling,” Crowley chirps. He leans against the map table next to you to pat your head. You’d be happy he touched you, but this feels wrong. He should hug and kiss you, not pat you like a dog. “The only reasonable Winchester like always. Such a sweet girl.”

“Hey, hands off my sister,” Dean warns. He doesn’t like the way Crowley looks at you. The hunter doesn’t have the time to worry about the king of hell’s attention too while hunting Lucifer.

“Jealous, Squirrel?” Crowley flashes Dean a smile. “Do you want a pat too? You know, your sister is much cuter and nicer. Right, darling.”

You stare at Crowley, feeling a little light-headed. In all the years you have known him, he never paid much attention to you…

Part 2

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[ideas-scattered-dreams]

/ / LIAR!

Fandoms: Twisted wonderland AU: Overblot - SADNESS

ANGER - SADNESS (YOU'RE HERE)

Imagine that...

Liar, crowley is a damn big fat liar. he promised to get u back to ur world, yet made u worked countless of pointless jobs. made u do all the things that lazy crow cant do. and what does he give u in return? NOTHING. not even a home to go to.. your own home. Why did the tsumtsums get to go home quickly? weren't they in the same situation as you?

you were walking in the hallway towards crowleys office with heavy steps. fist clenched while holding a letter (the letter littered with dark ink).. the crumbled piece of paper looked like it was for crowley.. it looks like it was sent after the week u defeated overblot riddle.. lets rewind a bit.. the time where the letter was in the pile of all the stacked up paperwork that crowley dumped onto you..

you were curious on what the message was written.. the letter was burnt and looked like the one who received this letter tried to burn it, rip it, or in general just get rid of it.. though, looks like it failed. you began to read it.. your expressions morphed into shock, happy, and then anger. this letter.. this was the one.. the key to getting back home.. you looked at the date it was sent of.. it was.. after riddles overblot.

Your eyes tremble from looking at the number.. huh? that.. long ago? why.. why didn't he.. you teeth began to clack and brows furrowed.. a few dark ink dripped from your fingernails and legs..

now you were Infront of crowleys door. a dark look in your eyes. this wasn't fair.. not fair.. not FAIR! you spent your days working away with work waiting oh so patiently for crowley to find u a way back home.. yet he didn't! why?! was it because he found u useful? were u just a toy for him to use to go out and play?! disgusting.

dark ink began to continuously drip from u are u slowly open the door startling Crowley who was reading a manga? well that didn't matter.

u slammed the letter onto his desk while looking straight at those glowing eyes behind his mask. "headmage.. please tell me.. what is the meaning of this letter.." u asked voice filled with visible anger and betrayal as u dipped your head down. crowley took the letter that was placed onto his desk and read it. he read over the contents as his expression morphed into shock.

"prefect.. how did you get this letter.." he spoke with caution as he crumbled that letter and placed it over the candle making it turn into ashes. your eyes narrowed and looked at the ashes that fell.. the only letter of your key has been destroyed. "i do not know where u got that letter from but it is rude to snoop and read of someones elses privacy. didn't your parents teach you such manners?" he sighed and sat down.

you eye twitched as u tremble on your spot. "how could my parents teach me when i cant even go back home because of you." you spat out making crowley frown. "your disrespect is going off limits prefect. i suggest u apologize and leave, maybe i will let u off the hook as i am -" you slammed your foot down making shockwaves sending crowley to hold onto the desk as the ground crack.

"SHUT UP!" the blot began to grow larger in size and u grip your hair in frustration. "i have learned the truth crowley. how much more are u gonna lie and gaslight me?! i have waited and waited and waited for the time, i get to finally go home! to get embrace by my parents and friends! i have a future ahead and your ruining for me!!" you started to let out angry tears and u fell to the ground and cried. "ITS NOT FAIR! LOOK AT THE TSUMMIES! THE GET TO GO HOME EARLY WHILE I HAVE BEEN HERE LONG ENOUGH!!"

The shockwave of your voice made the walls crack as crowley called for backup, he was shaking and looking at your form. your body started to get covered with blot as u cried tears of dark ink. "WAS IT BECAUSE I COULD FIX THE OVERBLOTS?! WAS I JUST A SINGLE CHESS PIECE FOR U?!!!" you continued to cry and cry as the blot spread even faster, it was also covering the walls and floor.

"prefect!" the first years and grim entered the door to figure out what the commotion was about. but they never expect this scene..

"its unfair unfairunfairunfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair....." you kept repeating the word as the time abruptly stopped. the air was filled with toxin of gas much like vils overblot.. yet stronger with the emotion.

.....

it was dark. your tears wont stop coming. u felt.. dissapointed in yourself. the solution was there all along.. the happiness and freedom u have been waiting for.. yet.. it was just swatted away with no remorse. with no other objections but to decline it. was it punishment? you have been a good child... why.. why did this happen to me.. "mama? i am scared.. please.. i need you.."

"mama.. mommy.. wahhh.!!!!!" you screamed making the building/office collapse, the people in the near area were thrown as u finally get consumed by blot.

.......

was this a dream..? please.. let this be a dream.. i didn't mean to let my emotions go.. i didn't.. u understand me right..? overblot me?

'YOU' smiled as 'YOU' embraced you. you hugged them tightly. as u sniffle and let your tears come out. "it wasn't fair.. it wasn't but i'm glad u understand me.. you were always here for me.. you wont leave me right?" you frowned and held them close. 'YOU' looked at you and grinned. "of course.. i will never leave... ever. so lets stay in our world together.. forever.." you looked at them and nodded.

ignoring the bloody scene that was infront and back.. and a single feathered hat lying ontop of the piles of bodies.. it was just a dream (name) so dont ever leave.

[ninjaart-fan]

I'm sorry it took me sooo long! but here is part 5!

I know it's not much... so here's a bit of extra drama:

meanwill in Diasmnia Dorm...

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it’s inhabitants?)

(and possible part 2)

It got to the point where you have simply just had it, you were done with the antics of Night Raven College and most especially Headmaster Crowley, whom is apparently so kind, so but so kind in fact that he’s been leaving you to do his job. In the end after the last overblot you ended up with a broken arm, a few small yet painful stitched up lacerations on your side aching your body to the bone, and a broken heart. 

Your heart just can’t take anymore of the neglect and ache from the headmaster as well as seeing overblot after overblot consistently during your stay in this strange world. Ace and Deuce didn’t help make this entire experience any better with the trouble their actions caused, and as much as you loved Grim he wasn’t exactly the greatest either but you knew that in Grim’s case you’d always see him try to help you out at some point in every day you were together unlike others around.

So now here you were taking the next boat from NRC to the infamous RSA, Royal Sword Academy. You weren’t sure if they were going to enroll you in there as well but you were a bit more positive that there would’ve been a likelier chance of effort in getting the help to get back home.

The breeze of the sea ran through your hair as you watched Night Raven College slowly but surely fade farther and farther away, and even so you could still see the face of your beloved fiery cat that you already miss so dearly even while sailing across the sea. Although you will miss a few of your classmates and friends, you knew that this was better than staying there only to eventually become incapacitated or killed. 

You wondered if anyone would miss you, scoff and say ‘good riddance’, or not have any particular feeling or reaction. 

Maybe a bit surprised..

Especially since you haven’t told anyone but your beloved cat and childish headmaster that you were currently off at sea at a new opportunity.

You knew there already was a chance at Grim spilling the secret so soon, and you had an idea that Crowley would either be incredibly vague about it or just flat out say it.

Nonetheless you knew it’d get out at some point.

You didn’t want to tell anyone you’d be back but then again you didn’t want to lie and then never come back either.

“On your way to visit RSA my friend?” A voice popped out from behind you as you were looking off at the endless blue which caused you to jump a bit and snap your head over your shoulder.

A young man of fair skin, bright candy red hair that reached down the nape of his neck and eyes with the same shade of blue as the sea you were facing at earlier. He has a gentle smile on his face with genuine curiosity sprawled out on his features as well.

“Ah.. hello- yes I’m currently on my way to visit RSA..” you spoke as you turned your body towards the boy “You are?..”

“Oh, my apologies!” the redhead spoke “You can call me Rielle my friend, and you are?” “My name is ______,” you looked down quickly at his outfit to see him wearing RSA’s posh white uniform with accent of blue and gold, except the sleeves of his uniform were up his elbows and the jacket was freely open. “Seems like you're from the academy yourself, Rielle.”

He chuckled as he walked beside you to then relax his arms up on the edge of the boat to look out at the sea “No kidding!” he joked as stared off at the sea, a look of familiarity on his face. 

You looked at him with a small smile then the sea before you heard your new redhead speak again “If you don’t mind me asking ______, what are you going to RSA for? Are they still enrolling during the school season?” 

You shook your head “Not exactly.. I’m not sure. I’m just looking for a way home..” you sighed as you let out your sentence. “Hopefully your school will be able to help me out here, something Night Raven couldn’t do.”

Riel looked at you with a look of pity, not a bad kind but more of a ‘I want to help you’ kind of way. “I see.. I apologize you haven’t been able to make it to your home, my friend..” he paused before he then shined a comforting smile towards you “But hey! Nothing to fear, we’ve got some of the best mages and wish-granters in RSA as well! I’m sure we’ll get more than a few clues to get you back home.” Rielle spoke with such positivity and confidence that you couldn’t help but smile as much as he was.

“Very well then, I guess we just have to wait and see.”

[starswritingdorm]

CROWLEY’S DAUGHTER AU!!! pt 3

IF ANYONE WANTS TO ADD ON MY INBOX IS OPEN!!! I WANNA HEAR YOUR GUYS PARTS IF YALL HAVE ANY 🩶

Heartslabyul - would totally invite you over as much as they can to not only make a good impression on crowley with treating you with respect, but to also try and win your heart. Riddle always treating you greatly and letting you near the hedgehogs since he trusts you won’t hurt them, he lets you hold one even.

Ace and Deuce constantly taking you to their room even if it���s crowded since canonly the first year’s are cramped into one LOL. They make the most of it as they can!! You guys study potions and you help them with any homework they have.

Trey would have you come do taste tests on batter if he needs it. he’s trying out and lets you try any new food he created before anyone else at the un-birthday party

Cater would constantly take pictures with you or of you to post on magicam! He loves posting you since not only does it bring his fame a little up but he secretly enjoys having people jealous of him that heartslabyul is spending more time with you than any other dorm.

[crostern]

I have a concept/idea for twst where you are Crowley.

Let me explain;

Okay so basically, I don't know if this has existed before but my idea is that you are Crowley. I'm making you 19 and the first years are NOT romantic interests(only the second and third years, Leona as well ig, are love interest) and as well as the supposed adults; Crewel and Sam!

Originally I wanted this to be leaning towards female because I thought it'll be funny but I changed it to any gender available really so male, non binary, etc are included. Btw, high heels. I want you to wear high heels. They're hot. I'm not ashamed. Short or tall, male or female, I do not care - if you wear heels you're amazing.

I can explain more if anyone is interested I don't know

Here are some scenes I made up;

[Name]: ACE DONOVAN TRAPPOLA! YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE!

Epel: Donovan? DONOVAN??

Ace, shivering rethinking what he has done: shut up, epel, she gave me that middle name by force and I have no control

— beep —

[Name]: Unbelievable! Leona, if you have nothing better to do than lounge around, it's best for you to not be here at all!

Leona smirking: Then where else should I be? Your bed?

[Name] stumbling in surprise: U-UNACCEPTABLE!

— beep —

Vil: It makes me wonder, dearest headmaster.. why aren't you in the modeling agency? You have the looks but of course not better than me

[Name]: Because for I am gracious, I rather let others outshine me for their spotlight!

Crewel, who knows why they don't do modeling: Gracious, my ass.

— beep —

Azul: Certainly headmaster, I can bring this school to new heights! All you have to do is sign this contract~

[Name] being held hostage by the twins: I-I will agree to your terms for I am gracious!

Floyd: Yayyy~ [insert marine animal] agreed to stay with us~

[Name]: I don't want this school anymore