#ifof: the one that really isn't a sleepy princess in the demon castle au

[ineffablefool]

Hello! If you're still accepting WIP Ask Game requests, "locky" & "demon king" ❤️

Sorry, yours was the very last one of these and got ignored for a while there.  But now it is unearthed!

"locky” is the fic I started the day they released Good Omens Lockdown, and which remains incomplete even now.  It’s 1.5k words and actually pretty far along now that I look, though.  Perhaps someday I will finish it.

Here is an excerpt!  It starts just after the Lockdown call.

“‘Just calling to see how you’re doing in lockdown’,” he muttered at the ceiling. “Bloody great, thanks for asking, thanks so very much. I’ve started flamewars on every major social media platform, I’ve listened to every one of my records a dozen times, I’ve reorganized my wardrobe by color which didn’t exactly take long because it’s almost all black…”

He rearranged himself on the bed until he was in a better position for moping. “And you’re baking cake.”

“demon king” is the one that’s definitely not a Sleepy Princess In The Demon Castle AU, even if it kind of a little bit is?  Instead of the Demon Cleric it’s got Anathema.

Here is some of the next bit after the section I posted previously.  (please forgive Crowley for being very Gender Binary, demons don’t really do gender so he’s kind of just heard things second-hand)

"Mnrg," Crowley said, then froze when the human [Aziraphale] looked at him again. "You, uh. You're... not Princess Aurora of the Kingdom of Eden?"

The human arched an eyebrow. "Dear me, no. What could cause you to think that I was?"

Short hair meant male human, right? Except that gentle lilt in the voice meant female. Females were supposed to be smaller, but this human was almost Crowley's height, wide and round and sturdy. Males were supposed to be rough and violent, but this human's movements were almost absurdly delicate.

Blast it, nobody should be expected to recall their Human Studies tutoring decades later. That was what scholars and spies were for.

There is a specific reason why Crowley’s minions went to capture the eleven-year-old princess and came back with her forty-something uncle, and it amuses me very much indeed.

This was an ask game for which I am not accepting any more asks!

[ineffablefool]

Dear Jack,

Do tell about #17. (PS somewhere in VA a therapist knows about how awesome you are and how much your stories mean to at least one ace enby.)

(WIP ask meme)

first of all, [becomes the puddlecat emoji] 💜💜💜

Second of all...

I’m definitely not writing an AU for Sleepy Princess In The Demon Castle (or Maoujou de Oyasumi, I guess, if you’re too fancy for English versions of titles), even though I enjoyed the hell out of the one season they animated (and I’m hoping they do more).  I don’t feel like pulling that many elements from the anime to try to map to Good Omens.

But.

Crowley as a put-upon demon king, and Aziraphale as his notably unimpressed (by both the demonicness and the accommodations) kidnapping victim, and cute flying snake demons instead of cute flying teddy bear demons?  Yes.  Yes, this is interesting to me.  I even know exactly why the kidnapping, because brain went off the rails with worldbuilding.

Here’s the next lil section from just a bit after the snippet I posted previously in the tag:

“Yeah, so.” Crowley twitched at the edge of his cape, which was pretty damn stylish, but kind of distracting sometimes. “You’ve probably figured out the situation here. You are now a captive of the Demon King, your life is in my hands, blah blah. You know the drill.”

All of eleven years old, though, according to his intel. Did she know the drill? She’d done her share of thrashing in the sack the serpents had bundled her into, and it looked like she was struggling to get out now. He really hoped she wasn’t going to panic. She might be just a kid, stolen from her bed in the palace tower for a scheme she knew nothing about, but it wasn’t like that was reason to panic.

“Course you do,” he answered his own question. “Bet human princesses get lessons in this stuff.”

She stopped moving. “Princesses?” she replied, in a voice that was kind of a lot different from what Crowley had been expecting. Come to think of it, shouldn’t a bagful of eleven-year-old human be smaller than that, too? Crowley didn’t get out to their realm often, but he was pretty sure he remembered it taking longer than that for them to grow.

The figure in the sack sat up, finally freeing the top half of its head. Wide blue eyes stared at Crowley from their nests of soft lines. The hair was almost stark white, and curly, and cut a lot shorter than Crowley remembered the fashion for human females being.

“Oh dear,” said the human who was maybe not actually the princess. “I’m afraid you have the wrong person.”

[ineffablefool]

brain please can we pick one thing