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swanimagines · 9 months ago

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FREDDY CARTER'S CHARACTERS SAY "I LOVE YOU" FOR THE FIRST TIME

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It was after a few months of dating. Pin had invited you to come along on a riding trip to pass time, you had ridden for two hours and stopped by the beach to look at the sunset, cuddling on a blanket and sharing occasional kisses and nuzzles. You laughed at Pin’s jokes and Pin fell silent for a moment. He admired your smile, listened to your laugh - God, if he had a choice at that moment, he would relish in it forever. Then, he said it, louder than he had intended. “I love you.”

Your smile immediately disappeared as you snapped your gaze to Pin, and for a moment he was wondering if he said it too soon, if it would make it awkward. If you would pull away and tell him that you should probably go. But then you broke into a smile too, took a hold of his hand and pressed a tender kiss on his lips. And you whispered against his lips, “I love you too.”

KAZ

Ok a bit longer because he refuses to say it for a long time. You know he loves you but he hasn’t said it.

You’d been together in a way since you were teenagers, but it took years of him even saying it aloud he thinks of you two being a couple/dating, so the first time he says “I love you”? The boi had barely told you he cares about you in a romantic sense.

It happened quite spontaneously, you had had a fight over you risking your life during a heist, Kaz paced back and forth his office, telling you how reckless you were, how you could have died, how stupid you were when you went solo.

You clenched your fists, taking a step towards Kaz, making him stop pacing. “You never believe in anyone’s else’s judgment but yours, you get mad even if me going solo was a success - which it was! It comes off as entitled and infuriating, and quite frankly, sometimes I wonder if you really love me or if-”

“I do!” he let out, and the second he said it, all color left his face and he staggered back, leaving you stunned, staring at him.

You had definitely not expected that. Kaz Brekker confessing his feelings for you like that.

You both were silent for a moment, before Kaz could even out his breathing. He closed his eyes for a moment. “I do love you,” he repeated, this time quietly. “And that’s exactly why I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

You stared at him for a moment longer, before you took a tiny step forward, lightly grazing the sleeves of his shirt with a small smile. “You won’t lose me.”

TOM

You had helped him escape after he committed the murders at the farm - you had always liked him and even though this “new” Tom scared you to some extent, you still wanted to help him, hiding him away just in case. But after his mum had been sentenced to prison, you were able to live more freely and not hide him every single time you heard sirens approaching.

It took some time, maybe a year. Your relationship had deepened during that time, and you lived together, his name was on the door too. He had moved from your couch to your bed, and you often fell asleep cuddling or after a make out session.

One such night was when it happened. You were making out in your bed, him hovering on top of you.

“I love you,” he suddenly muttered against your lips, and then continued kissing. Your heart had melted on that moment and you returned the sentiment in between kisses.

JASON

Your relationship was basing itself on raw passion and not really real love for a long time. You shared a room and offered each other pleasure whenever either of you needed it, but you were also free to do it with other people. But as time went by, it started shifting into something deeper - something neither of you had really expected. The mornings had begun to start with cuddles rather than just waking up and getting up. He started spending Crowley’s parties near you rather than go dance with other people and snog with them. He started to be visibly jealous if someone was checking you out or flirting with you.

So one night when you were about to go to sleep, changing to your nightwear, you asked him. “Why have you acted so weird lately?”

Jason paused while unbuttoning his shirt, looking over at you with a frown. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged. “You’ve been… different. I don’t know, it's just… our arrangement feels different.”

Jason was quiet for a moment, and then he sighed.

“I’ve been feeling different,” he mumbled, finally taking off his shirt.

“Different how?”

Jason looked at you, clearly contemplating if he should tell you. But then he said it. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you. It isn’t part of our arrangement, but it happened.”

You stared at him for a moment, but then your lips turned into a smirk. “Oh, really? Come here, then. Show me how much you love me.”

It took him a few moments to register what you said, but the next moment, he was already on top of you, kissing you passionately as he slowly undid the buttons of your night shirt, his head dipping to the crook of your neck, pressing more kisses there. You moaned softly as he ran his hands over your body, your fingers tangling into his hair.

After a moment you pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes and caressed his cheek. “Just for the record… I love you too.”

ELLIS

He’s a romantic. He hadn’t even told you about his feelings before he had already been completely and utterly in love with you. So when you agreed to date him, he wanted to sing his heart out to you immediately but instead, he held his deepest feelings inside him for quite a bit.

It really wasn’t before you almost died because of the Catherine-turned-demon. He ran in to hold you, almost crying from joy after you assured him you’re alright and then, he held your face between his hands and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you like never before. After the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours, whispering, “I love you.”

You smiled after hearing it, caressing his sides. “I love you too.”

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mimisempai · 20 days ago

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Your incomparable sweetness

Summary

Crowley is surprised to find Aziraphale asleep on the sofa, and he intends to make the most of this rare moment.

Fluff Alert !

Notes

Flufftober prompt : A sweet treat

On Ao3

Rating G - 494 words

His hands laden with a tray containing a steaming pot of tea, two cups and a plate of scones, Crowley pushed the kitchen door open with his hip.

But as soon as he entered the living room, he froze, the tray shaking slightly in his hands. His eyes widened at a sight he had never seen before. Aziraphale was there, slumped over on the sofa. The angel who usually gently woke him from his afternoon nap was fast asleep. It was such an unusual sight, so incredibly rare, that Crowley couldn't help but let out a silent laugh.

Carefully placing the tray on the coffee table, he tiptoed over to Aziraphale before kneeling beside the sofa, his gaze fixed on the angel's peaceful face. At the sight of his lips slightly parted in a gentle smile and his expression so vulnerable and relaxed, Crowley felt himself overcome by an irresistible wave of love.

The demon leaned forward, his breath catching in his throat, and though he was a little reluctant to wake him, he couldn't resist touching the angel.

He delicately traced the outline of his lover's cheek with his fingertips before leaning in and gently pressing his lips to Aziraphale's in a light kiss, barely longer than a brush. When he pulled away a little, Aziraphale stirred and his eyelids fluttered open.

The demon watched the angel blink, his eyes clouded with sleep, before his gaze caught Crowley's. Then a slow smile spread across the plump lips as he said in a sleepy voice, "What a pleasant way to be awakened."

"I am sorry, I couldn't resist Sleeping Beauty."

Aziraphale chuckled, his hand coming up to rub his eyes.

"I remember you said you were going to make tea and then nothing. How long was I asleep?"

Crowley shook his head and replied, "Just long enough for me to make it. The tea is still hot, I just brought it in and that's when I was surprised to see you asleep."

"I'm as surprised as you are. But I have to admit, I really appreciate the way you woke me up."

Crowley helped him to sit up before sitting down beside him.

"I also like having the roles reversed for once."

Crowley served the tea and moments later they were sipping tea, steaming cups in their hands.

The demon offered, reaching for the plate on the coffee table, "Scone, angel?"

Aziraphale shook his head, a playful smile forming on his lips. "Not yet. I want something sweeter first."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion in his gaze, "Something sweeter? You want me to look for jam?"

He started to rise, but Aziraphale stopped him with a chuckle and leaned closer to Crowley until their shoulders touched, reaching out to grab Crowley's chin.

“I was thinking of something sweet like that.”

The angel leaned further forward and captured Crowley's lips in a long, tender kiss, savoring his demon's incomparable sweetness with delight.

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writingattemptsxx · 8 months ago

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Finn in Twisted Wonderland

Chapter 2: Exploring Campus

A school full of teenagers and staff, but what happens if instead of a normal student being teleported, a five-year-old comes along? Along with Grim breaking in to join him of course.

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It's finally done! This took forever. It's probably not perfect, especially with Finn seeming exactly his age, but I'm happy with where it is as of now and can use this experience to help with future chapters. Any feed back and/or what you want to see next is welcome, if anything at all.

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First chap here

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It wasn't a dream. There really was a kid in his school. Crowley woke up at his desk with a few books open, proving that fact to him. What was he going to do? He had dealt with teenagers. But this kid claimed to be five years old. How was Crowley supposed to deal with a five-year-old? He did seem well-behaved, but he cried a lot. He was a young kid and probably scared, so it was understandable. It was bad enough that Crowley didn't know how to deal with such a young kid already! But, with a crying kid? That cat, Grim, seemed to target that well last night.

He stood up from his chair and headed out of his room. The room he put the kid in was right next to his, so it wasn't much of a walk. He knocked on the door. “Little one… uh…” What was the kid's name again? Finn. “Finn, you should wake up now.” How is he ever going to explain this? He accepted a kid AND monster into his school. One as a student and taking partial care of the other. But, what option did he have?

He knocked again only to hear some slight stirring on the other side of the door. He opened the door. “Finn?” The kid was already sitting up as Crowley entered. He was lying on a simple twin-sized bed with Grim sleeping on the end of the bed.

“Hello, Mister… uh… What's your name?” Wait, did Crowley not give out his name? Last night was chaotic, so it's possible that it slipped his mind.

“Oh! Crowley! My name is Mister Crowley, the headmaster of this school. I'm the one who runs it.” Is this kid really five? What five-year-old uses ‘mister’ automatically?

“Thank you!” Finn beamed at him. He was definitely a weird kid. Crowley’s face must have betrayed his confusion. Finn seemed to notice it, at least. He got really close to the other’s face as he asked, “Are you alright Mister Crowley?”

“Yes! I'm alright, but you are five, correct?” He asked while lightly pushing the kid back. Finn gave a small nod in response. “Are you absolutely sure? Entirely sure?” He kneeled to be on Finn’s level.

“I’m sure.” He gave a completely confused stare and scanned Crowley’s features. An odd kid for sure, but at least he seemed well-behaved.

“All right then… If you don't mind me asking, what do your parents do? What are their jobs?” He could be a noble's son or just raised to be extremely polite for some reason.

He must have asked a sensitive question because Finn shrunk away and silently looked at the floor for a few seconds. Crowley was about to say that he didn't say anything he didn't want to, but Finn spoke up first.

“I don't… know…” Even his words shrunk back as he continued to talk, well until he said the next sentence. “Nanny says that they have very important jobs, though! She says they sell stuff! A lot of important stuff! Stuff that Mother and Father said I will learn about later.” So, Finn WAS the son of an important figure. Probably the son of some CEOs. Normal CEOs, hopefully. He should probably tell his staff about this, maybe they can help him find a way to send the kid home. He's probably missing his parents, plus a kid of important people missing is chaos Crowley didn't want to deal with.

Wait… what was he going to do with this kid? It was the first day of school for the year. He couldn't look after a five-year-old, no matter how well-behaved. At that moment, a certain grey cat with blue flaming ears and a pitchfork tail caught his attention. He did accept Grim on the condition he would look after the kid, plus they hadn't set up a school schedule for him. He was planning to have a meeting with the teachers during midday while they were on break, and he could discuss it then. He can talk to the rest of the staff within the week about them… if they're still here.

Crowley’s hand reached over to the sleeping cat. He started shaking him awake. “Grim, get up. You have to keep to what you promised.”

“Myah…” He only muttered in his sleep, still not waking up. Must this cat be so difficult? The kid got up before him.

“Up. Up now.”

“Myah?! What is it?! You have some nerve waking me!” His head popped up off the bed it was resting, ever so lazily on.

“You made a promise to look after the kid, so keep to it! I have work to do and a meeting to schedule because of you.”

“What do you even want us to do?! The kid’s fine here!”

“I'm not letting you sleep stuck in one room the whole day! Why don't you go and explore? You two should stretch your legs.”

“We don’t know the campus! What if we get lost?!”

“There's no better way to learn! Just stay near the building and paths, and you'll be fine. I've got to do work now. Bye-bye.” Crowley stood up and headed to the door, waving at Finn who waved back. At least the kid is well-behaved. Now to see about that faculty meeting...

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How dare he?! Didn't this man know who he's talking to?! The Great Grim, that's who! Fine. He should probably tell the other students they'll be studying with greatness. He hopped off the bed, standing on his back paws and motioned for Finn to follow behind. “Come on hench-human, you've gotta help me show everyone else that they'll be with greatness this year!” Hopefully, they have good stuff here at this school. They need greatness to help greatness.

“Where are we going? Are you sure we won't get lost like Mister Crowley said?” Finn was walking behind him, like a little duck following its mother, despite being visibly taller than Grim by two or so feet.

“That!… Uh,… We’ll see when we get there. And of course, we won't get lost! I'm The Great Grim! I won't ever get lost.” Grim grabbed the door that was left slightly open by the masked man, or Mister Crowley as Finn called him, and flung it open. He started marching to wherever he wanted. Finn followed trying, it seemed, to keep the same rough distance, but failing. He got distracted every so often, pausing to look at whatever caught his interest, then noticing Grim still walking and trying to catch up.

As they walked along, many people (who Grim assumed to be students) caught notice of them and started whispering. Who wouldn't take notice of the Great Grim and whisper his praises? Also, his small hench-human. He should feel so proud now. He's being seen with greatness.

They continued like this for a while until what looked like a shop caught Grim’s eyes. There were some flyers of discounted food in the windows. Grim was getting hungry and tired. Who wouldn't after walking for about an hour? He turned back to see Finn stopped in place a decent distance behind him. He was bouncing on his feet as tears were showing in the corner of his eyes.

“Hench-human? Kid? Ya’ good?” Finn’s attention snapped right back to Grim after hearing him, only to look horrified.

“I’m sorry! I’ll! I’ll keep pace! And! I won't ask to go!” His tears grew in his eyes threatening to fall and he babbled through most of his sentence. Was this kid going to cry?! He cries at nothing!

“Woah! You don't gotta cry! Let, uh, let's just go in there!” He motioned to the shop and sped away from the situation. Finn got a little shocked by the sudden speed-up then followed.

Grim pushes the door open and is greeted by a small jingling bell followed by a boisterous “Welcome!” from the other end of the shop. “What can I help you—” The man speaking trailed off as he looked around the shelves and noticed the two who entered the store. The man was dressed in a bright, almost neon-purple vest with a ribcage design. On top of that, he was wearing a dark purple, maroon-ish, blazer and a hat with parts dark purple, parts black, a red cloth, and a skull charm. On top of that, he has white bones painted over the brown skin on his neck and arms, alongside some marks underneath his magenta eyes. He seemed weird by Grim’s standards. A man seemed to be obsessed with skeletons and purple or something. Some of his braided hair was even dyed purple.

“Are you two supposed to be here? I'd love to help you two, but I can't sell anything unless you have money to buy.” He looked between them for a few more seconds. “Little imp, where's your mom and dad? You should ask-”

At this, Finn cut the man off looking around panicked. “Mother and Father don't like me calling them anything but Mother and Father!” Finn’s eyes finally went back to the man in front of him. “Even Nanny has to call them Mother and Father!”

“O…kay…? Then where are your ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ or your nanny? Shouldn't they be here with you?”

Finn pointed at Grim. “Mister Crowley said he's going to take care of me while we try and find Mother, Father, and Nanny.”

Grim cut in, making his presence known. “Myah! That's right! He needed me to watch over the kid while he worked, and I said I would and even let them teach me, The Great Grim, as a student!”

The man looking at them just stayed silent and still for a good while. Out of nowhere, he moved to grab a phone from his pocket. He scrolled on it before a bit before tapping on the screen and it started ringing. It rang for a minute or so, being the only noise in the room. Once it finished ringing a robotic voice started only for the man to hit the screen, quickly silencing it.

He stood there for another minute or so before taking a deep breath in and yelling at his phone. “Why don't you answer?! There's a whole situation going on and I’m not dealing with it with no info and after being surprised by it!” His yelling made Grim and Finn jump back slightly, only for the man to sigh and turn his attention back to them with a smile on his face. “Sorry about that! I’m Sam, the owner of the school store here. Do you need some food or something? I can always bill Crowley.” He mumbled the last bit under his breath with an amount of venom that shocked Grim. It probably wasn't Crowley’s first time pulling a stunt.

Next thing Grim knew, Sam was looking at Finn, who was looking at begging the cat through wordless puppy-dog eyes. “Little imp, you don't need to ask him. You can just have some. Crowley’s going to pay if you’re worried.”

“What?! No! Of course, he has to ask! I was put in charge! The hench-human should always ask The Great Grim!” Anything should go through him! Grim’s in charge!

“And what? You're going to make him beg for food? And also, you shouldn't call a kid a henchman or a hench-human or whatever you wanna call him!”

“I was gonna say yes! And I'm in charge I get to call him whatever!”

Sam’s attention turned back to Finn. “By the way imp, what's your name?”

At the question, his eyes lit up. He brought his hand up and started tracing symbols onto it, focusing intently, and from Grim’s point of view, what he was tracing looked like letters. “I’m Finn Lawson and I’m from Highfield, Andrila.” He finished saying the copy of what Grim heard him say before, looked back up at Sam, and beamed a huge smile at him.

“Where?”

Finn’s face turned upset at the question. He started to repeat his whole act and saying but focused far more this time. “I’m Finn-”

He was quickly interrupted by Sam, which Grim was thankful for, he didn't want to hear it again. “No no, I heard you, I just don't know where it is. I'll just ask Crowley. He owes me this information by now.” With the last bit of what he said, his face turned mad and decently scary, enough to make Grim’s fur stand on end from instinct. He felt kinda sorry for the bird man. “Anyways, as I said, I’m Sam. I own the school store here. Do you need something to eat? And you don't have to ask the cat.”

Again?! How many people were going to call Grim a cat? This whole school would know who he was soon, he was sure of that. “I’m not a cat! I'm the Great Grim! You better learn that. It will soon be in history!”

Sam seemed unfazed by what was just said to him, offensively unfazed, in Grim’s opinion. “Right right.” He then turned back to Finn. “You want to eat anything? I have everything in stock, though the most I have for heating things is a microwave. Some microwaveable soup or noodles might be nice if you didn't have breakfast.”

The kid thought for a second, looking between Grim and Sam. Eventually, he said with a beaming smile, “Yes, please Mister Sam.”

The newly dubbed ‘mister’ paused for a second. “Thanks for calling me mister, very thoughtful of you, but you don't need to do that with me. Just call me Sam. You aren't one of the students, just a kid. How old are you anyways?”

“Five.”

“You sound a bit old to be five. You sure?”

“Mother and Father said I needed to treat everyone proberly.” Pride emanated from the kid. So much that it almost made Grim burst out laughing after he didn't even say ‘properly’ correctly, even with the bravado.

“Well, that's nice. That's a good lesson. Do you want something to eat? I've got some soup I can microwave for you if you just sit over there.” Sam pointed at a tall but thin metal table with two matching stools. Next to it is a table with a microwave, plastic utensils, and some napkins. There was even a small sink. Everything Grim saw seemed completely decked out with whatever was needed.

Grim and Finn made their way to the small table while Sam went over to one of the shelves to grab something. Grim jumped up onto his chair and stood, changing the table from eye height on all four, to chest height standing on his back two legs. Then he looked at the kid on the opposite side of the table from him. The seat of the chair was level with his eyes, and try as he may, Finn couldn't lift himself onto it with how wobbly the chair was. Poor kid. If only he was more like The Great Grim, no height could defeat him then.

Sam appeared behind him, putting two decently sized plastic containers with thick lids on the table, then lifted the kid onto the seat. “Right, so you just need to let this microwave then cool down for a bit.” He opened one of the lids, letting Grim notice the holes it had circling a bit away from the center. He peeled a thin layer of plastic off then put the lid back on, finally putting it in the microwave for a few minutes before putting it in front of the kid. “Let that sit for a while and I'll get you a spoon. I'll first give the cat his so just sit for a second,” he said all of it while doing the same actions for Grim’s soup.

Grim put his hands on the table as Sam turned to put the second soup in the microwave. “Hey! I'm not a cat! I'm-”

“The Great Grim, yeah. I got that.” Sam turned back to them, grabbing two spoons, while putting Grim’s soup in front of him and giving him an extremely unimpressed expression. “Both of you, blow on it before eating, it's still probably a bit hot.”

They both immediately dug in, and it wasn’t too long until Grim was done. Just this wasn't enough! He raised his voice to get Sam’s attention who was looking at them behind the nearby counter while organizing some things. “Hey, you! Can ya get me more? I'm still starving.”

“You're already done?! And no, if you want more, pay for it. You already got one free and one is a fine breakfast.”

Seriously? Only one could never be the lavish breakfast Grim deserved. And he said he understood how great Grim was. The wait for Finn to finish felt like hours, and he was so done with this place. Can he see the rest of the school that was graciously allowed to teach him?

As if his wish was heard, Sam piped up. “Hey, you two. I need to go to the bathroom for just a second. You two just stay there.” He hurried to then disappeared behind a door with a toilet symbol and the word ‘Bathroom’ above it.

Hopping off his chair Grim decided it was enough of this place. His wishes were already answered, so best to use this opportunity. “Right kid, time to go.”

“What? But Mi- Sam just said to stay here!” Finn grabbed onto the seat with confusion and fear plastered over his face.

“He's known us for only a few minutes and the Headmaster himself said I'm in charge, so what I say goes. So, let's go.” Grim started to the door and he heard the kid jump down and shuffle to follow him.

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Grim took Finn a distance away from the shop. Every step further only made him want to freeze. Grim was put in charge, but Sam was an adult, and you always have to listen in to adults. At least that's what he was always told.

There were many people scattered around the halls and lawns. Do all these people just like waking up early? Was the usual wake-up time here different? Finn guessed he would usually be woken up around now, but a lot of people were already up.

Finally Grim stopped on a stone path with two rows of statues just in front of them. They all looked so pretty. Who were they? On one side, there was a lady in a crown holding a stick topped by a heart, an octopus lady holding out a paper, and a man with lion ears and a big scar. On the other side, there was a lady in a long dress holding an apple, another lady with horns in a cloak holding a stick topped by a ball, a man with a tall hat holding a stick topped by a snake, and a man with a flowy robe and fire hair.

Grim ran up to one of the statues, jumped on the block the statue of the person was on and turned back to Finn. “You know, they'll have a statue of me here one day too!”

Finn looked at Grim, then at the statues, then back at Grim. He didn't fully believe Grim, but he was taught never to deny those in power, and Grim was told to be in charge by Mister Crowley, an adult.

He walked up to Grim and the statue. “That's cool…” Finn’s lies are almost always obvious, and Grim clearly picked up on it. Ignoring Grim’s obvious displeasure, he reached out and touched the statue. The stone it was carved out of was rough and dense. It was a statue of a lady in a very fancy dress that reminded Finn of what he had seen from people visiting his house. She also had a crown. On top of all of that, she held a long stick, one that would be tall enough to hit the ground of the statue base she was placed on if she weren't holding it up. It has a heart on the very top of it, right above where she was holding it. It reminded Finn of the canes he'd seen before every so often but without the normal handle. “Who is she?”

“Dunno, looks rich with the crown and clothes.”

“You don't know the Queen of Hearts?” A voice from behind Finn spoke up. When they turned to face the source, it turned out to be a tall and lanky boy dressed in the same black outfit as all of the other nonadults they had passed before. He had messy short red hair and a red heart on the outside corner of his left eye.

Grim hopped down from the statue and walked closer to the boy standing in the middle of the stone walkway. “Queen of Hearts? Is she some kind of big deal?”

“She was a queen who lived in a mazelike garden of roses, long, long ago. She was really strict and wouldn't tolerate even a single rose off-color. Her whole kingdom was madness, but not one subject would defy her. Because if they did, it was immediate decapitation!”

“Wha?! That's seriously messed up!”

“Pretty cool, right? I'm a big fan. Like who would obey an only nice queen?”

“Yeah, true. Leaders should be strong. But anyways, who‘re you?”

“Ace. First-year of Heartslabyul starting today. Nice to meetcha!”

“Grim, the greatest mage ever to live, and this is my hench-human, Finn!”

Finn gave a very small and quick bow and shuffled behind Grim, which didn't do much considering Grim’s lack of height. He stared at the ground trying to avoid looking at the new person in front of him.

“Neat names. Also, going back to the first thing, do you know who any of these statues are?”

Finn looked back up at Grim, seeing him looking at all the statues before he looked back at Ace and spoke. “Nope. Notta one.”

Ace pointed at the furthest statue in the same row. The one with a man who had long hair braided into many parts, lion ears, a lion tail, and a big scar over one of his eyes. “That one’s the King of Beasts, he wasn't born to the throne but gained it through smart plans and schemes. When he became king, he gave the Hyenas equality and let them live on the same lands as everyone else.”

He pointed at the statue in between the Queen of Hearts and the Kind of Beasts. It was a lady with octopus tentacles instead of legs, a seashell necklace, and she was holding a partly open paper in one hand. “Sea Witch who lived in an underwater grotto. She gave her whole life to helping merfolk in need of whatever. Just with a price, that was a tad steep.” Ace then started on the other row, pointing them out starting furthest to closest.

First was a man in a long robe with fire hair, revealed to be the King of the Underworld who worked tirelessly to keep the Underworld in check, despite never asking for the job.

Second, a man in a different robe that had pointy shoulders, another long stick but this time topped with a snake, and a tall hat. He was told to be the Sorcer of the Sands, an advisor to the bad Sultan But through smarts, he revealed a swindler trying to trick the princess.

Third, a lady with a horned hood, a long cloak, and another held stick but this topped with a small ball. She was the Thorn Fairy who lived on a magical mountain. She was an extremely strong and powerful ruler, even compared to the others. She could make storms, cover her kingdom in thorns, and even turn into a dragon.

Fourth, and last, was a lady in a long robe and a crown and who was holding out an apple that looked like something was on it making a skull. She was revealed as the Fair Queen who was a ruler who put everything into whatever she did, even her looks, which she checked daily. She was also known as a master of making poisons.

“All pretty cool, right?” Ace had pride written all over his face after his little lecture. “Not like some little cat.”

“Myah?! What was that?” Grim’s fur stood on end, and even from behind him, Finn could see and feel small yet burning-hot flames coming out of Grim’s mouth at every word.

And at this, Ace burst out laughing. “Pfft! Hahaha! I- I can't anymore! Hahaha! Are you clueless?! The kid might have an excuse, but who beyond kindergarten doesn't know the Great Seven? You need to go back, kitty? Hahaha!”

“What did you just call me?! I'm Grim! The Great Grim! Not some cat or kitty! You should be groveling!” The flames were coming out only bigger and hotter. A lot hotter. Finn stepped back, away from the flames and the now growling Grim. Grim wasn't just a cat. Grim was who chased Finn through a long hallway. Grim has as much fire as he needed one breath away. Grim was the terrifying creature who made him so scared only yesterday.

“Groveling?! Ha! You're just some weird cat unable to even name history’s biggest figures! Anyways, I gotta go. This has been a blast. Byyyeeee!” Ace turned around and started to walk off, only to stop in place as a fireball shot by his head.

Finn turned around and ran to the statue furthest from them. He almost dove behind the lion-man statue and brought his knees to his chest and arms over his head while covering his ears. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes and his heart pounded in his chest as fast as it could. None of the sounds he heard went away from covering his ears, it only muffled. He tried to close his eyes but all he could see was the hallway he had run from Grim and the fire.

There was so much yelling. Some from Ace. Some from Grim. There was even the heat from Grim’s fireballs shooting by with high-speed wind moving them around. Whenever one of them hurled by, Finn’s eyes shot open showing more and more people crowding around yelling and only adding to the sound.

It went on for what felt like forever until one loud voice smashed through all others, enough for Finn to make out. “ENOUGH!” It created pure silence, allowing Finn to uncover his ears and open his eyes to see Mister Crowley and Mist- Sam push through the crowd. Sam spotted Finn and ran up to him, lifting him, clutching him to his chest, and started rubbing his back.

Mister Crowley stamped a larger key, one that was almost half his height onto the ground. “What is going on here?”

Finn turned his head to see through blurry, tear-filled eyes, the previously fighting duo scared and unmoving in front of the headmaster next to a black, charred, statue of the Queen of Hearts.

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fungifanart · 2 years ago

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False Happiness

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Dire Crowley, all of the students, like literally all of them, Nurse OC that's mentioned by name maybe twice

CW: Cursing, trauma (I think?)

Word count: 4.5k

Disclaimer: All of the students (except Ortho for robot reasons) are depicted as being college age and I will die on this hill.

Notes: It genuinely warmed my heart to see some of y'all asking for a part 2 to this fic so how could I say no?

@obamas-divorced-aunt @sacrificialwife1

One week has passed since the Prefect’s overblot and the silent tension in the air hasn't let up even a little as everyone waits for him to wake up.

It would take the most oblivious person in all of Twisted Wonderland to not notice the stark contrast between before and after the Prefect’s incident. How numerous classes go quiet each day as several key members remain lost in their thoughts or are absent altogether. How grades are already going down as a large group of students are too distracted to complete their assignments.

Of course, Crowley knows better than to fully blame the students for this. They're only like this because of the Prefect’s condition and if he wanted to find the catalyst to blame for it, then he would only need to look into a mirror, but this would only bring his mood down further.

And so, he decides to distract himself by making his rounds across the school and its dorms, much to the dismay of their members.

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Upon entering Heartslabyul, Crowley is greeted by the usually cheery sight of an unbirthday party, however, the air feels as though it was physically drained of its light atmosphere as Mr. Trappolla and Mr. Spade are engaged in a very intense discussion that looks like it might turn into a fistfight at any moment. Crowley would normally expect Mr. Clover, Mr. Rosehearts, or even Mr. Diamond to have attempted to break them up by now, however, he looks over to see all three of them distractedly doing some other actions.

He sees the vice housewarden absent-mindedly passing around pastries despite his fingers being littered with bandages covering injuries one might have from cooking while distracted. He sees the orange-haired man making numerous attempts at taking a photo of the tart in front of him for Magicam, but failing due to the trembling of his hands. Finally, he sees the housewarden himself languidly picking at his own tart with a dark expression on his face.

"Mr. Rosehearts. A word, please." Crowley says in order to bring the young man from his thoughts.

With a jolt, the shadow cast over the young man's face lifts as he turns to face Crowley, but not before a look of annoyance flashes across his face upon realizing who he's talking to.

"H-headmage! To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Mr. Rosehearts says almost robotically.

"I realize that this must be a trying time both for you and your dorm mates, but I don't think that means you can leave Mr. Trappolla and Mr. Spade to get into yet another fight." Crowley replies while motioning to the two men in question.

The housewarden's eyes go wide and he immediately gets up to go break them up.

Crowley can immediately tell that the other dorms must be out of sorts as well if THIS is the state of Heartslabyul. And so, he leaves the dorm to its own devices and begins walking to Savannaclaw.

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Now, Crowley is well aware that he isn't exactly the most liked person among the staff of NRC, especially after his role in the Prefect’s overblot became common knowledge, but he hardly thinks being growled at by every Savannaclaw member he walks past is necessary.

Regardless, he will not be deterred.

He starts making his way to the room of Mr. Kingscholar, but is surprised to instead see him, Mr. Bucchi, and Mr. Howl diligently practicing spelldrive on the field below.

At first, it seems like a regular game, but, upon getting closer, the anger and frustration in the air become so thick that one could slice it.

Crowley waits on the sidelines for them to finish, only to be almost clipped by a spelldrive disk embedding itself in the wall next to his head.

"You must have balls of steel to show your face around here after what happened last week." Mr. Kingscholar says while retrieving the disk with a scowl.

"Control yourself. A housewarden you may be, but do not forget which one of us is the Headmage." Crowley warns, not appreciating the younger man's tone.

"And yet, you still don't act like one." The beastman fires back indignantly.

"Enough. I'm simply here to check on the wellbeings of yourself and the other students..........and also to thank you again for being one of the first at the Prefect's side after the incident." Crowley says while mustering every drop of professionalism he has to give a thankful bow without saying anything petty, "I would've thanked Mr. Clover as well, but he seemed...distracted."

"......Hmph. It was the least I could do after everything we'd clearly put him through." The lion replies curtly, but not before Crowley sees a visible shiver go down his spine and up his tail, no doubt as a result of recalling everything they saw that day, "Anyway, as you can see, we're all doing fine as usual and we're still in the middle of practice so if you'd be SO kind."

Crowley nods in understanding before turning to leave, while still very aware of the piercing glares digging into his retreating back from the wolf and hyena the lion was playing with.

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Crowley can immediately tell that the events of last week had a profound effect on the housewarden of Octavinelle purely by the Mostro Lounge being closed on a weekday.

'It’s worse than I thought...' Crowley thinks to himself, knowing how Mr. Ashengrotto would never risk losing even a single thaumark unless something serious was going on.

Crowley knocks on the office door and enters upon hearing a distracted "Come in" from the other side.

He enters the Lounge and walks towards the back to check on the octo-mer in his office and passes by the brothers Leech who seem too engrossed in their own discussion to notice him.

"I must say, I was quite surprised to see the Mostro Lounge closed during prime business hours, Mr. Ashengrotto." Crowley begins, causing the young businessman to look up from his documents with an unamused glare.

"Yes, well, two of my best workers are still out of it from the incident last week and business has been slow over the last few days anyway so I figured closing for a day or two would do everyone some good." Mr. Ashengrotto says while returning to writing on several pieces of paper at once.

'Yourself especially.' Crowley thinks, noting the dark circles under the young man's eyes.

"If you came in just to question how I choose to handle my business, then I'd appreciate it if you'd see yourself out now." The silver-haired man says while clearly running out of patience.

"O-of course. My apologies." Crowley gives a slight bow before exiting the establishment while still going unnoticed by the brothers Leech. He remains focused on his task, but manages to catch one sentence as he walks by, "Those voices we heard at the end...they were ours, weren't they?"

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When entering the Scarabia dorm, one can usually expect to hear the sounds of a parade or even just general merrymaking and have a solid fifty-fifty chance of being correct. This time, however, Crowley is met with complete silence.

He makes his way through the halls, only encountering a handful of students, before reaching the housewarden's chambers.

Just as Crowley is about to knock, he suddenly is grabbed by the arm and dragged into a dark hallway where he finds himself face to face with the vice housewarden himself, eyes practically glowing with fury.

"Dire Crowley, you are going to listen to me VERY carefully." Mr. Viper begins, not waiting for a response from the headmage, "I don't know where the hell you got the impression that you can just waltz on in, but you can’t. Thanks to your little fuck-up, I've had to deal with a mopey Kalim who can't even be bothered to leave his room most of the time, all without the Prefect to cheer him up, meaning that his grades are already suffering and his parents are on MY ass for it! With that in mind, I'd suggest turning around and steering very clear of Scarabia until you fix this mess you've made." He concludes, leaving the headmage in stunned silence.

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After being essentially kicked out of the Scarabia dorm, Crowley feels reasonably nervous at how his arrival will be received by the students of Pomefiore. And lo and behold, he was right to feel this way.

Before he can step one foot through the gates, an arrow sails by dangerously close to his face and embeds itself into the ground next to him. Of course, it wouldn’t take much brainpower to determine the culprit, given the students the Prefect is acquainted with, if he weren't already striding towards the frazzled headmage.

"Dearest me! My sincerest apologies, Proviseur Corbeau! I was practicing my archery in the nearby forest when my hand oh so tragically slipped! Are you uninjured?" Mr. Hunt inquires while inspecting Crowley for any cuts or gashes.

"Fortunately, your arrow just missed me, Mr. Hunt." Crowley says, not missing the minute 'tch' that escapes the young man's lips at his response, "In the future, I would recommend you take more care when aiming so as to avoid any real tragedies." He concludes with a hint of warning in his voice.

"But of course! You can expect nothing less!" The young huntsman exclaims, "Ah, but where are my manners? What brings you to our humble dorm on this fine day?"

"It’s my understanding that the Prefect's incident last week has left a significant number of students quite disturbed. So I figured I would check in with you all to ensure you're in good health!" Crowley says with aplomb.

"Ah! Truly you are a role-model for headmages across all of Twisted Wonderland! I already feel my eyes watering at how you care for your students!" Mr. Hunt says while wiping a tear from his eye, "But rest assured, the students of Pomefiore are no worse for the wear than before the incident. So a check-in will not be necessary!"

"Are you quite sure, Mr. Hunt? I should like to talk to Mr. Schoenheit and Mr. Felmier myself just to be sure, seeing as how they are both close friends to the Prefect-" Crowley begins, but is cut off by the young huntsman.

"I CAN ASSURE YOU, Proviseur Corbeau. Roi du Poison and Monsieur Cherry Apple are in NO NEED of conversing with you." The young man says while maintaining his normal composure, but with a hint of warning and something more sinister behind his honeyed words.

".....If that is truly how you feel, then I will not press the issue further. Good day to you, Mr. Hunt." Crowley turns and begins walking back to the hall of mirrors, ultimately deciding to heed the huntsman's warning against poking the bear.

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Continuing on to the Ignihyde dorm, Crowley hadn't expected much to change, given the introverted nature of its housewarden and students. However, when opening the front door, expecting to see and hear no one, he instead sees all of the students bustling about with all manner of cleaning supplies in hand.

"May I ask what's going on here?" Crowley questions a passing student.

"Housewarden Shroud enacted a dorm-wide cleaning initiative after the incident a week ago." The student responds hurriedly.

"Correct, which we are STILL behind schedule on because no one in this dorm knows how to pick up after themselves, apparently!" The younger Shroud says in exasperation as he approaches the headmage, causing the other student to scurry off.

"Ah, the younger Shroud! Lovely to see that you're doing well!" Crowley exclaims.

"I'm sure it is, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now." The younger Shroud states.

"Excuse me??? Why???" Crowley asks, taken aback.

"Idia's explicit orders when announcing the cleaning initiative were that only pre-approved individuals would be allowed inside the dorm until its completion and that Dire Crowley is to be permanently off that list for fear of tarnishing the cleanliness with his 'horrendous vibes'." The cyborg concludes matter-of-factly before beginning to push the headmage back towards the front entrance.

"Wh-- Of all the childish--" Crowley takes a breath to collect himself, despite currently being pushed towards the door, "May I at least ask why your housewarden would enact such an initiative in the first place?"

The younger Shroud pauses for a moment before speaking, "Very well, I will show you a recording from my memory of when I questioned Idia on this decision, but you must leave right after."

Crowley hears a few beeping sounds from the young cyborg before the plating on his forearm opens up to project a video in front of him.

"Brother, I fail to see the point in all of this!" The younger Shroud says in the recording.

"Ortho, didn't you see all those memories of the Prefect tripping over random stuff we've left lying around all over the dorm and getting laughed at for it?! That wouldn't have happened if we were more diligent about cleaning up after ourselves! Taking it a step further, we basically caused his overblot!" The older Shroud's recording replies urgently.

"Idia, I HIGHLY doubt--" The recording would've continued, but is instead cut off by the older Shroud in the flesh.

"Ortho, I believe I was very clear about whether Crowley is to be allowed in the dorm." He says in an uncharacteristically stern tone of voice.

The young cyborg quickly turns around in surprise, "I-Idia! I know! I'm sorry! I was actually just in the middle of seeing him out."

"Well, then let's see him out together." The older Shroud says before joining his brother in fully pushing Crowley out the front door, "Have a good day, headmage." He says as the door shuts forcefully behind him before Crowley can get even one word in.

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With his rounds almost complete, Crowley arrives at his final destination: The Diasomnia dorm, which somehow feels even more gloomy than usual.

As he approaches the front entrance, he's nearly struck by three separate bolts of green lightning, but continues with determination and opens the front door only to be greeted by Mr. Vanrouge hanging upside down right in front of him.

"I see that you aren't too keen on taking a hint, headmage." The bat fae says nonchalantly.

"And I see that you're doing well, Mr. Vanrouge." Crowley replies while walking past him into the foyer, "I was hoping to check in with Mr. Draconia and his bodyguards. Are they available right now?"

The bat fae lands on the ground and gives a snide grin, eyes almost radiating distaste for the man in front of him, "Even if they were available, what makes you think they'd want to see you? As you recall, Malleus was quite upset after everything that happened last week."

"Be that as it may, it's still my duty as headmage to ensure the wellbeing of my students." Crowley responds, eliciting a mocking laugh from Mr. Vanrouge.

"Oh, that is QUITE rich coming from the same headmage that somehow managed to cause a magicless student to overblot! We ALL saw how you so heartlessly told the Prefect he can’t go home." The bat fae retorts ruthlessly.

"And I'VE told you all numerous times that that wasn’t how I--" Crowley's rebuttal is cut off by a new booming voice filling the room.

"Excuses are a thaumark a dozen, Dire Crowley." Mr. Draconia says maliciously while entering the foyer and being followed by his two scowling bodyguards, "You've made an impressive show of playing 'The concerned headmage', but I think it’s time for you to take your performance elsewhere."

"I--" Crowley is about to argue when suddenly he feels his phone receiving a call, "Oh, for the LOVE OF--" He breathes in before turning around to answer the call, "Yes? Crowley speaking."

"Dire Crowley? This is Nurse Goht. I was told to call you if the Prefect's condition changed?" The nurse says over the phone, causing Crowley’s heart to skip a beat before turning around and putting the phone on speaker.

"I'm calling to tell you that the Prefect has regained consciousness, but--" The rest of the nurse's sentence is inaudible over the sound of the four other men in the room rushing out of their dorm at a full sprint.

Crowley considers following them, but remembers that the nurse had more to say, "I'm terribly sorry, but I didn't catch the second half of your sentence. Would you mind repeating it?" He asks cautiously.

Nurse Goht clears his throat on the other end before continuing, "Well..."

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You'd had quite an interesting awakening with the first thing you saw being Grim's tearstained face rubbing against yours and then being told by the nurse that you'd been asleep for a whole week.

"Oh crap! I'll need to apologize to everyone for making them worry. Geez, and I can already see all the homework I'll have to catch up on." You say before entering deep thought about your next actions.

You're taking the time to plan out who you'll talk to first while comforting Grim who is blubbering unintelligibly in your lap when you're startled by the door to the infirmary suddenly slamming open to let in a large group of familiar faces, all out of breath as if they'd run all the way here.

The nurse tries to tell everyone to give you space, but that doesn't stop Floyd or Kalim as they immediately tackle-hug you back onto the bed with abandon. You're then met with a barrage of the others talking to you at once.

"We all heard from Sebek! How are you feeling???" Deuce asks urgently.

"You sure took your time, didn't you, herbivore?" Leona says nonchalantly, despite his tail swaying back and forth happily.

"All the stress from waiting for you to wake up was bad for my heart, y'know!" Ruggie whines from your bedside.

"You gave us all quite the scare back there." Jade comments.

"I'm just glad you're okay! I barely knew what to do with myself after what happened!" Kalim says while rubbing his face against your shoulder.

"Speaking of, due to those recent events, I've drafted a new contract with terms that I think you'll find more equitable than the previous ones." Azul says while fishing through his coat pockets for the contract in question.

"I'm willing to help you catch up on the material you missed, if you'd like." Riddle offers while already taking out his notebook.

"Oh come on, Riddle. He JUST woke up from a week-long coma after overblotting. Doesn't he deserve even a little break?" Trey points out.

"Trey, that's exactly why he needs to--" Riddle would've continued, but Trey's last statement compells you to speak up.

"Wait, what? What do you mean 'overblotting'? Who overblotted?" You say in confusion.

A wave of silence washes over the room as everyone takes in what you said.

"WH-- HUMAN, THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES." Sebek scolds you as you look at him with genuine confusion in your eyes.

"Sebek, I'm not joking! I actually have no idea what you guys are talking about! Did someone overblot while I was unconscious or something??" You say while racking your brain for any applicable memories.

"You mean you seriously don't remember?" Silver asks with concern in his voice.

"Well, the last thing I DO remember is making my way to Crowley's office 'cause he wanted to talk to me about something, but I tripped at the top of the stairs and fell all the way back down and blacked out." You say thoughtfully.

Jamil quickly speaks up before anyone else, "Right! Of course! A random student ended up overblotting near where you fell and we'd assumed that he was the reason why you were unconscious! Right, guys?" He says while making eye contact with some of the others and they nod their heads in agreement.

"Hmm, I do think I remember feeling an earthquake and seeing that black miasma that always shows up before I blacked out so that tracks." You say as you reevaluate your memories, "Oh yeah! I still need to hear what Crowley wanted to talk to me about! Do you guys know where he is?"

What you weren't expecting was an immediate "NO!" from everyone present before Ace speaks up.

"I wouldn't worry about that! It was probably just some generic progress report about him trying to get you back to your homeworld--" Ace's sentence is cut off by Deuce throwing his hand on top of his mouth, but that doesn't stop you from hearing the end of it.

"My 'homeworld'? .....Alright guys, come on. I thought we were past this." You say in an unamused tone.

"Uh...past what, exactly?" Epel questions cautiously.

"Oh, don't play dumb! I know my hometown was pretty remote compared to everyone else's homes, but you don't have to go acting like it was in a completely different world!" You accuse Epel as you feel Floyd, Kalim and Grim go stiff in your lap.

"Y-your home...town?" Floyd repeats in a shaking voice.

"'Was'?" Grim quotes nervously.

"Yes? My hometown was destroyed by a freak hurricane a little while after I came here? I'm pretty sure you guys would remember that, considering how I shut myself in Ramshackle for a week after I found out." You say, once again, with great confusion, but also sadness at remembering the deaths of your family.

Another wave of silence washes over the room, this time, accompanied by a sharp drop in temperature as everyone's faces go pale.

"What is happening?" Idia whispers to Ortho.

"No idea." Ortho whispers back.

"A-ah! But of course! How could we forget such a painful time for our dear Trickster? You have our most sincere apologies!" Rook says while elbowing Epel and Vil.

"Y-yeah, you're right. We're sorry for bringing up bad memories." Epel says while bowing apologetically.

"Indeed, how careless of us. How about we go fetch you some refreshments to make it up to you?" Vil offers while already motioning for the others to follow him out the door.

"Oh-- no, it's okay! You really don't have to!" You try to protest, but most of the students have already cleared out, leaving just Floyd, Kalim, Ruggie and Grim to keep you company.

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Trey can already feel death glares from some of the others as they walk out into the hallway outside the nurse's office. Of course, he knows that he kind of deserves it for dropping the ball like that.

However, a new voice breaks the silence before anyone else can.

"I assume you all just finished speaking with the Prefect?" The headmage says while walking towards their group.

"Yes, but we still don't know what's going on!" Cater says urgently.

The headmage sighs before responding, "It would seem that the Prefect was in a worse state than we thought. After Mr. Draconia and the others left, I spoke with the nurse some more and found out that the Prefect seems to have repressed all of his memories from his homeworld and unconsciously rewritten his current ones." He explains.

"Wh-- rewritten how?" Jack asks.

"From what we've gathered, the Prefect seems to think that he's always lived in Twisted Wonderland and the reason he can’t go home is that it was destroyed." Crowley concludes with a troubled expression.

Trey is at a loss for how to process this information, "So...what do we do now?"

Trey's question hangs in the air for several minutes as they all wonder how they could possibly proceed in this situation.

The silence is finally broken by none other than Malleus.

"I say we do nothing." The dragon fae says, earning confused stares from Trey and the others, "The Prefect’s overblot made it exceedingly clear that his memories from his homeworld were a continuous source of pain for him, which is why his brain went to such lengths to repress them. Therefore, if we play along with these new memories he's created then he won't have to face that pain anymore. 'Ignorance is bliss' as they say." The housewarden proposes.

"But are we willing to accept that burden?" Lilia speaks up, "I understand your wish to protect your friend, but if something happens that causes his old memories to resurface then he may end up in a worse state than before. He may even overblot again." He warns.

".....Then it's up to us to make sure that doesn't happen." Trey says resolutely.

"Heh, you've finally said something I can agree with." Leona remarks, "Though, I'm surprised that the 'headmage' over here isn't jumping for joy already. If the Prefect thinks his home doesn't exist anymore then he doesn't have to keep pretending to look for a way to send him back."

"I will have you know that I have been and will continue to look for a way to send him home!" Crowley says, getting looks of genuine surprise, "Whether he remembers them or not, the Prefect still has a family in his homeworld that is waiting for him to return. With that being the case, my duty to him as headmage has not changed. I will see to it that he gets home, no matter the cost." He concludes, earning only a few unimpressed huffs.

'......huh.' Trey thinks to himself, 'I'm interested to see how long this sentiment lasts.'

"Hmph, very well. Let's assume he's telling the truth for now." Riddle says with authority, "In the meantime, we all know what we must do, correct?"

They all nod in response, ready for the long road ahead.

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And so, they all begin lying to the Prefect.

They never once bring up his homeworld, or rather, homeTOWN ever again.

They never ask about his family and specifically avoid talking about their own in front of him unless he asks.

Whenever it seems like he might remember even a part of the truth, one of them always distracts him long enough for the memories, the pain, to reshroud themselves in fog.

Trey invites him to an unbirthday party. Kalim takes him on a magic carpet ride high above the clouds. Leona challenges him to a game of chess. Ruggie snatches something from his pocket to get him to chase him. All of this amongst numerous other ploys.

In every instance, the usually intelligent and inquisitive Prefect always ends up stopping right at the cusp of remembrance, as if even he is unconsciously holding himself back.

Of course, they all realize this may seem immoral from an outside perspective. That the Prefect may end up hurt even worse because of their actions.

However, if they have the power to preserve the smile on his face when he sees them for even a day more, to keep the fire of hope burning inside him for just a moment longer, then they will use it without hesitation.

After everything he's done for them, they would do anything to protect their beloved Prefect.

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achy-boo · 7 months ago

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Saturday Atelier

1.Neka

2.Neka

"RSA's enigma. He is the only student who nobody knows nothing about expect one of his eyes cry blood.."

Name: Saturday Atelier

Romaji: Atelier Saturday

Quote: "Why people want to know about my kind? It's..weird." or "Do you really want your device to be useless? Please mind your business and we will be chilling.."

V/A: Wanderer from Genshin(both English and Japanese)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: He does not know

Age: looks like in his early to mid 20s though he is actually a lot older than that

Birthday: October 13th

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Eye color: Blood/Dark red

Hair Color: Gray but in the light is pale-ish blue

Height: 6'6

Weight: 104 lbs

Race: Angel(former) Fallen Angel(Former), Angel of Corruption and Illusions

Homeland: [Data Corrupted]

Family: [Date Corrupted]

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: He is in RSA but if I made another fandorm in RSA, he will be in House of the Misfits

School Year: 2nd year

Class: 2-C

Student Number: No.13

Occupation: Florist

Club: Gardening and art club

Best Subject: Art

Favorite Color: Grey, Blue and Red

Favorite Food: Anything really, he is normally eat what he got

Least Favorite Food: Miso Soup, Sundae(no not the ice cream){It is the taste that got him..}

Likes: Yuuken, RSA(Kinda..), cold and gloomy weather, gardening, drawings, watching others, being respected due to his quiet nature, who he is today

Dislikes: Certain NRC students, Crowley{he never like him}, videos or photos of him without consent, summer, many many rules

Hobbies: Gardening, drawing, watching the rain

Talents: He is ambidexterity, corrupting any videos and pictures, animal tamer, control illusions

Nicknames: Saturday(Normal), RSA's Enigma, The boy who cried blood

Other Nicknames: He normally like unique nicknames but as long as it does not insult or offended him, he is fine with it

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Gray hair that reach to the back of his neck, red eyes with one of them has plus sign in them, pale skin, wearing the usual RSA uniform but his are more darker and more unique, one of his ears has more piercings than the other, he always wear that two necklaces who he always say to 'keep him at bay'. He had that halo that is both broken and melting but look closely to see that halo glitching from time to time

Personality: Silent, mysterious but helpful is what any RSA student would say about him. Nobody knows much about him other than that he is very closed with RSA's headmage. He has the curiosity of a child but with a wariness of someone who seen some things. However he has a tendency to break and corrupted any devices in anger since he does not like it when people took videos and pictures without his consent. He is very kind to everyone even the children and the elderly. He is wary of certain NRC students even during the tournaments. He is very secretive with his information but he only trust very people.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

-He is the headwarden of the House of Misfits

-He is best friends with Delona Bloodstone

-Selective mute

-He is mostly in the crowds, minding his business

-He had a habit of playing with his halo

-His familiar is Barn Owl name Stormy

-His um is..deadly but tame

-One of his eyes cry blood and even he did not know why

-His necklaces has a part of his um

-His first necklace is a choker while the second one is an upside down moon and a blood drop charm.

-His voice is actually deeper and more..husky to said the least(This is mainly the reason why he is so silent)

Unique Magic: Corrupting Illusions

"Illusions are either good or bad but if the illusions get out of control..there is no stopping the corruption. Corrupting Illusions"

Corruption Illusions is a um of Saturday's. It cause the person or people in questions to experience an illusions depending on their past which said illusions slowly getting corrupted to the point of insanity which can cause someone to faint and wake up with no memories of what happen. But the most common saying is; There are eyes in the corruptions and a demonic smile that seen in the distance.

Fun Fact: If you had an twst oc or any oc who is an angel, fallen angel or a demon, ya can bet ya asses he would avoid them like a damn plague due to his um and the fact of what he is

#Saturday Atelier #Rsa oc #twst oc #Rsa's enigma #Boy who cried blood

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Dogs I can picture them owning! (DIFFERENR FROM THE BREEDS THEY WOULD BE!) (I would love a Chinese crested! )

Riddle: he’s a Doberman owner if I’ve ever seen one! Stern, scheduled, rules for everything! Dobie would be so happy with him!

Trey: Labrador, who is really old, and really fat. Trey can’t say no to puppy eyes, so his dog gets fat fast. But he does make sure all food is safe for the pooch!

Cater: the most spoiled Pomeranian, maybe a Chinese crested. Little Velcro dog, and I feel his dog would be the most spoiled dog!

Deuce: some sort of rescue mutt, maybe a Shepard mix.

Ace: another mutt boy, his and Deuce’s dogs are besties.

Leona: Samoyed, soft fluffy pillow! His dog would end up as his emotional support dog probably, loves the dog more than he will admit.

Ruggie: is friends with all the strays, but doesn’t “own” any of them

Jack: husky, good in the cold, and LOVES running and hiking! Enough energy to finally keep up with Jack’s workouts!

Azul: i can only picture Azul with some white furry cat to finish off his mob boss persona. Maybe a Maltese or Pekingese

Jade: Jade probably trains his to help him hunt mushrooms. Maybe a bloodhound or a terrier mix…

Floyd: mutt, another emotional support dog, helps keep him stable and helps limit major mood swings. Would have to be a bigger dog though, can’t picture Floyd with a small dog

Kalim: King Charles spaniel, spoiled little brat of a dog.

Jamil: Anatolian Shepard, hard workers, and the dog probably has some sort of satchel so Jamil can carry a lot around.

Vil: another Doberman owner, and is great with diet control cause WHY DO THEY ALWAYS GET BLOAT!?!

Rook: a bunch of grand basset griffon vendeens, little scent hounds from France, laid back babes. Or petit basset griffon vendeen, who are more rabbit hunters than just scent hounds. All I know is he would own a pack of hounds!

Epel: keeshond, which a spitz breed, super friendly and outgoing, but protective of their territory so Epel’s dog would be a great guard dog for their apple trees

Idia: only would own a cat. Not a dog person.

Ortho: (if i misspell this imma cry) kromphorlander…kronforlander…which is a companion breed, sensitive and sweet

Malleus: Pekingese to bring in his royal brand even more. His dog is a spoiled baby who only likes Malleus, and always wants to be held.

Lilia: a mastiff, probably an ex war dog, who is a lazy loaf of a dog now!

Silver: rat terrier, a small bit hyper dog who would happily wake Silver up for play time!

Sebek: broholmer, a silent guard dog, who is very independent, but I could also see Sebek with a Doberman

Crowley: a t’osa, a patient and sweet dog who happily sits at the front door to guard it. I can just see his dog sitting at his desk, by his feet to guard

Crowely:volpino Italian which is a little white puff who happily does exercises then happily cuddles on the couch!

Vargas: a boxer, sweet heart of a dog who is ready to work and run!

Sam: tibétain mastiff, a good guard dog who is aloof. Won’t refuse a pat, but doesn’t react to it. Good cuddle partner at the end of the day.

i know nothing about dogs but everything you say i trust you so much also VIK W A DOBERMAN GRAHAHH It would probably be named something very cute in German

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 reblogger

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 2 years ago

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28 DAYS: CHAPTER THREE

Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given the choice to go to rehab for 28 days, or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.

Chapter characters: Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, mentions John Winchester, child Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle and Bobby Singer, Max Baines, Ann Milton, Emma Winchester, Lydia Prime

Chapter warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, withdrawal (including dry heaves and panic), flashbacks, sexual situation, drugs

Words: 2,300

ANs: Thank you for your patience with the delay in getting this out. My partner and I have been passing a nasty cold back and forth for a month, and cold medicine doesn’t support creativity in the Minefield.

Many thanks and love to @brrose-apothecary and @stusbunker

Text divider by @talesmaniac89

CHAPTER THREE

Dean’s first dinner in recovery included three servings of angst and less than a mouthful of actual food. Crowley called Meg a whore; she threatened to stab him with a fork through his “self-inflicted trach scar, (you) creepy little bastard”; then, said creepy little bastard threw his lemonade in her face before storming off.

Now, Dean’s lying face-down on his thin yet lumpy twin XL, clutching a pillow across the back of his head, silently imploring the kid to stop eating candy bars and go the fuck to sleep so he can be miserable in peace.

There’s nothing in his stomach but bile when he finally drags his ass to the cold, hard bathroom. He flings the lid and seat of the toilet open without agitating his dislocated shoulder too much, drops to his knees, and lurches over the bowl.

The discharging doctor’s words begin running through his mind, as he prays his eyeballs don’t burst from their sockets.

“Expect to be nauseated. They will have anti-nausea options — your preference. You’ll have chills and shakes. Drink lots of water. Think of it as a 24 or 48-hour bug... or a really bad hangover.”

The cycle is vicious — nausea and chills make his body seize, and the convulsions ignite more pain from his head to his toes. To top it off, he has no control over the gross sounds being forced from his chest with every gag and recoil.

He’ll definitely wake up the kid if he doesn’t keep it down, and that kid needs sleep. He’s a fucking teenager, growing and healing.

Dean hates that an impressionable kid like Jack is seeing him at his worst. He hates that everyone he knows is aware that deep down, he’s an absolute fucking wreck. He hates that he fucked up so colossally that he’s lost his right to be in his own damned home, quieting his mind and calming his heart his own way.

He doesn’t know how he’ll ever look them in the eyes again — Emma, Sam, Jess, and their kids, Tessa.

Dean swallows back tears and sobs, so he can get control over his breathing.

“Panic attacks are common during this time as your body rids itself of alcohol. I’m sending scripts for thiamine — just as a precaution — and gabapentin to keep you calm.”

He’s not calm though, so he draws shallow breaths through his nose until his body finally seems to get the message. Finally, he slumps against the steady cold porcelain, resting his head on his serviceable forearm.

On his umpteenth round of breathing exercises, there’s a light tap at the door. When he squints up at the doorway, he finds double visions of Jack and his bleary blue eyes, shrouded with concern.

“I can go get you some Pepto or something.”

Dean closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Sorry I woke y’up,, kid,” he rasps, slowly pushing himself up with a series of grunts and gasps.

“It’s OK. It happens to all of us. Do you want anything? They’ll let me come down for you if you need help.”

Once Dean’s standing, he curses how frigid the tile floor is under his bare feet. He should’ve put socks on because he can hardly feel his toes as he flushes the toilet.

“Thanks... Jack.” Dean huffs a sigh and tries to swallow back the saliva, pooling in his mouth as he turns to the vanity and twists the knobs of the sink on cold. “I just gotta get through this.”

As Dean washes his good hand and forearm, he sees the scrawny teen shrug in his periphery. Dean scoops water into his mouth to rinse and spit, nodding to reassure himself.

“OK.” Jack’s voice fades. “But whenever you decide to stop punishing yourself, I’m happy to help.”

Before Dean can muster up a scowl and a disparaging comeback, the kid’s already climbing under his covers with his furry dragon.

“Is he gonna be OK?” Sam whispers with wide eyes and chewed lips.

Dean knows that Sam isn’t old enough to process John’s bullshit, but that doesn’t stop John from drinking a fifth of Jack on any given Sunday, kicking a hole in the bathroom door, and passing out on the toilet.

“He’s fine, Sammy — just gotta sleep it off,” Dean murmurs as he quietly closes the door to John’s bedroom and drapes an arm around Sam’s shoulders as he makes his way down the short hallway.

John bet on the Chiefs’ game and lost. Betting never ended well for John because, the way Dean saw it, John placed bets with his ego, not his head, and he almost always lost.

At least this time, he blacked out before the game was over, which made him more pliable for Dean to maneuver and easier for Dean to keep Sam out of John’s sight.

“What’re you hungry for, Sammy, mac and cheese or mac and cheese?” Dean strides through the tiny living area to the galley kitchen on the other side of the two-bedroom shack.

Sam whines, following his big brother’s footsteps through the galley. “We just had mac and cheese, can’t we have hamburgers?”

“No hamburger, buddy.”

Dean hates telling his little brother no. He wishes he could make burgers every night just the way Sam likes, with extra American cheese and pickles, and those waffle fries with the spicy seasoning.

“Do we have hot dogs?” Sam asks, furrowing his little 7-year-old brow as he hikes himself up onto a kitchen chair.

Dean tilts his head before digging deeper inside the fridge. He finds a package with two hot dogs, but he isn’t sure how long they’ve been open. He’s relieved to discover that they don’t reek like a dead mouse when he pulls at the plastic and takes a sniff.

“You’re in luck, baby brother. Want ‘em fried up in the pan first?” He grabs the milk and butter, too, before letting the door fall closed.

“Yeah!”

Dean knew how Sam would answer. Sam loves when Dean slices up the dogs and fries them in a pan. They get crispy and salty, and it makes Sam feel like it’s a delicacy; it makes him smile. And when Sam smiles, Dean smiles.

As Dean sets out the pan for the hot dogs and the pot for the macaroni, he notices the bottle of chocolate sauce is almost empty. He smirks to himself as he quickly mixes up a small cup of chocolate milk for Sam, leaving just enough milk for the macaroni and cheese.

“Here,” he says, setting the cup next to where Sam is working on his weekend math homework. “Don’t drink it too fast, you puked last time.”

Sam beams at the cup of chocolatey goodness before turning his bright grin up to shine on Dean. “Thanks, Dean. You’re the best big brother ever.”

Dean shuffles out of the bathroom to his bed with a cup of water from the tap. The thought of drinking it threatens to make him gag. He should probably go get something for his stomach, but the night nurse has a lot more to worry about than his dumb ass, and this will pass soon enough. He’ll just lie back down and wait it out.

He sets his cup on the nightstand before straightening his bedding and carefully sliding under the cool sheet and light blanket to stare at the ceiling. He draws small, manageable breaths in through his nose and pushes them out his mouth.

Shadows from the trees and the moon outside dance across the ceiling like a Halloween decoration. The stark images remind Dean of a project from his first-grade art class.

His favorite teacher, Ms. Alba, brought the music teacher in to collaborate on a holiday assignment with the kids. The art teacher passed out reams of construction paper, plastic scissors, glue sticks, glitter, and crayons, while the music teacher told the story of Death.

“He appears at midnight every year on Halloween in graveyards all over the world, fiddle in hand, to beckon the dead from their graves, to dance with him ‘til dawn.”

The class gasped and squealed in delight, as the music teacher dropped the needle onto the vinyl to play a seven-minute-long symphonic poem called “Danse Macabre”.

Dean had never heard anything like it. It was joyful and tragic, and it made him feel like spinning in circles. He thought it sounded like the instruments were real people with broken hearts and desires, willing themselves to live, if only for a few hours.

According to Ms. Alba, Dean’s creation was vibrant, layered, and mournful. He didn’t know what all those words meant at the time, but her eyes told him that it was good.

Thankfully, the Winchesters were still living with Bobby and Ellen. Ellen oohed and ahhed over the glittery disaster and taped it dead-center on the front of her olive-colored freezer door. She made a point to show it to John and Bobby when they got home from the garage, too. Bobby agreed it was a masterpiece, and John kept his mouth shut because he wouldn’t dare say boo to Ellen Harvelle.

Dean shivers under the covers that are not enough, and yet too much. He’s cold and sweating, trying to remain motionless so as not to agitate his injuries or further disrupt Jack. He thinks about getting one of his flannels or a pair of socks, but then he realizes that requires movement, which causes pain, which wakes up the kid, and he’s right back where he started.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath, pressing his thumb and forefinger into his eye sockets.

His mind races and so does his gaze, now used to the dark and searching for something to distract himself. He spots a cabinet full of books on Jack’s side of the room, and sighs.

He sweeps the blankets off himself and rolls off the bed to trudge to the bookshelf. The moonlight is enough to show him the many familiar titles of books he’s read before, and his eyes land on Slaughterhouse-Five.

He instantly reaches for it. “Nice.”

Dean grins as he hobbles back to his bed. Since he’s up, he decides to pull on a pair of socks, and the relief is immediate. He shakes his head at how stupid he is — can’t even seem to see straight enough to help himself.

He darts his eyes to the bed next to his. The kid’s sleeping curled around his stuffed animal with his back to Dean, peaceful and innocent, but wise beyond his years.

Dean turns his bedside lamp on low and fluffs his pillow again before propping himself up against the headboard to read.

“Daddy? Are you here?”

“Shit,” Dean swears under his breath. “Get dressed.”

It’s not his weekend to have Emma. He’s not in any condition to be around his daughter right now, and neither are the two other people in his bedroom.

“I have something to show you.” His daughter’s excited voice gets closer with every anxious breath he takes.

Dean tosses articles of clothing at his bewildered guests, claws at his bedding to straighten it, and tries to hide the white powder and paraphernalia.

“Just a minute, Em!” Dean calls from his room and then turns to hiss at his partners in debauchery. “Hide.”

Max blinks, and his brow furrows. “What?! Where?”

Anna grabs Max by the wrist as she scoops up her underwear. “That’s his daughter, Max.”

Before Dean can conceal the evidence that he has no right to the title of father, his daughter is opening his bedroom door and letting herself inside.

“Oh!” Emma’s eyes go wide, and she gasps. She blinks rapidly for several beats as Dean and his guests stand frozen in place.

“I’m... sorry, I just wanted to...”

“Baby, it’s not what it looks like,” Dean starts, clutching a pillow across his middle.

Emma starts to back away, and Dean takes a step toward her.

“Don’t,” she says, and her blinking eyes begin to fill with tears. “It’s OK, just... don’t.”

Dean groans as she backs all the way out of the room and disappears down the hall. He tosses the pillow aside and snatches his jeans from the armchair beside his bed to quickly step into them, snagging a t-shirt from atop his dresser as he dashes out the door.

“Emma!” Dean calls to her as he runs down the hall, shrugging into his shirt.

In the living room, he meets Lydia’s angry glare and Emma’s retreat out his front door. He stops cold and drops his gaze to his bare feet.

“I can only imagine what she just walked in on,” Lydia says, her delicate features twisted into a scowl. “Here. This is what she wanted to show you. She made it for you in art class.”

Dangling from Lydia’s grip is Emma’s latest attempt with textiles. She’s been working with wood and fiber. The letters DW were carved from basswood and wrapped with hand-spun yarn.

Dean looks up at his ex. “Lydia-”

“Take it, Dean.”

He reaches for the gift with a heavy sigh, staring at the intricate twining of carefully chosen colors. “Thanks.”

Lydia echoes his sigh and shakes her head. “Don’t ask me to go to bat for you this time, Dean. Joint custody means just that. You don’t get to fuck off just because it’s not your weekend or whatever.”

Dean winces but nods. “I know.”

“You always say that.” Lydia rolls her eyes and turns to leave. “Give her a day or so to cool off. I’ll let you know if she wants to come up this weekend.”

The door clicks closed behind her, and minutes pass before he hears Lydia’s Mercedes drive away.

Two days later, he receives a text from his ex: “Emma isn’t feeling well, so she’s staying home this weekend.”

Home.

Dean’s house is not Emma’s home.

Chapter 4

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catsdrinkmocha · 1 year ago

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I won't say I'm in love

This is on my Ao3 but for anyone who just wants to read chapter one on Tumblr here it is! Yay! Also yes ik it's kinda shit but it's my first fic so pls go easy on me!

Idia/Persephone oc

Cw: none

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"What kind of person learns how to make the die land on whatever number they want!? Talk about taking the fun of randomness out of the game!" A voiced huffed as they quickly stalked through the halls of Night Raven after leaving a club room.

The voice traveled like an apparition, the sound of quickly paced sneakers bounced off the walls, and a blue flame seemed to illuminate a ghastly aura as it floated along the dark halls. The wisp of blue that drifted through the Gothic interior made a rather annoyed huff as they arrived at their destination. Towering doors stood before him as he settled his nerves. The figure shook and the waves of flaring blue followed suit. Quietly he ventured into the school's library, wary of those who may linger.

The brave introverted adventurer, Idia Shroud, rarely explored such an artifact of a territory. If he ever needed a book he'd get it online, obviously. Sadly though Professor Trein had assigned work which required some super old text. And here Idia was, looking for it because no matter how much he dug through the internet it wasn't there. Apparently the book wasn't published as an e-book or on audio. Strange to say the least, but to Idia this was an absolutely horrendous experience. And he'd barely gotten here!

Few students remained studying in the cavernous library. Silently Idia let out a breath of relief. Though he had no idea where the book was he wouldn't dare ask another living soul for help.

As he traversed deeper into the obnoxiously large library he sighed. Still no sign of the accursed book, no matter how much he wandered! When he turned the corner he didn't notice the figure curled up on the ground until he almost stepped on them when trying to reach for a book on a high self, hoping it'd be the one he needed. They didn't notice him either as they were curled in on themselves, sleeping away.

Idia jumped when he heard the little snore that escaped them. Just who could be sleeping in a dark corner in the library? When he looked down he realized that it was one of the most social people at NRC.

Sephie.

The strange human from another world. They lay at Idia's feet as he scowled down, unbeknownst to Sephie. He scolded himself a little before crouching to try to wake them. He wasn't sure why or what made him want to wake them. Perhaps he was simply annoyed to see someone sleeping here and in his way. Or possibly pity for the tired prefect. But before he could say anything to the sleeping prefect or shake them awake he stopped himself.

They looked peaceful as they slept. Whenever they were awake in the few times Idia saw Sephie they always looked focused on something. No, thinking of it, it wasn't a focused gaze they held. It looked more stressed as if they were planning their next steps to survive in this new world. They looked like they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. Like all of twisted wonderland problems were theirs.

Well it was almost like that, because of Crowley all of Night Raven's problems were theirs. It wasn't a secret and if it was supposed to be it wasn't a well kept one. Everyone knew how Sephie was consistently being run into the ground with Crowley's endless tasks for them.

In fact on his way to game-board club he'd seen them washing some of the windows in the front of the dark castle like school. Even now he could see their makeshift uniform was damp and covered in left over suds. And as peaceful as they looked they're eye bags competed with his own. He'd spent years getting these, they've only been in here for a few months.

And as far as he could remember when they first arrived they were a fresh face, nervous first year, with absolutely no eye bags. Their eye bags now looked as if they could carry books, groceries, and then some. Their skin, a dark shade which pleasantly contrasts their tightly curled soft pink hair, also looked wet and soapy. Sephie's hair was a completely drenched mess as they lay in their slumped sleep. They'd probably been through so much stress about going home, doing Crowleys chores, and these NRC boys that it definitely hasn't made the stay here easy for Sephie. This would all explain the carelessness of falling asleep in the library.

In the time Idia had been staring at the sleeping form they stirred a little leading to their awakening. They yawned sluggishly as they looked up at Idia. They didn't seem surprised at his presence just mildly annoying.

"Are you planning to stand there like a deer in some head lights or are you gonna move? If you hadn't noticed if trying to sleep." They scowled almost sounding like Leona when someone disturbs his sleep. Idia would know as he's had the misfortune of doing that once in the botanical garden.

Like his usual shut in self he began to stutter a series of apologies before shuffling back a little. He felt like he knew the answer already but he still couldn't help but ask...

"W-why are you sleeping in the library? You have a dorm with an actual bed. Or maybe ...you could've asked to sleep in a spare dorm room, at least for a little? Actual dorm beds are probably comfier than whatever you have going on in Ramshackle or the floor."

Sephie let out a tired sigh before replying with, "If you must know, my sleep usually gets disturbed. By Crowley, my friends, the ghosts in my dorm, not to mention the biggest offender Grim... so I thought the library would be a good place. People are rarely here anyway. The only people I think I've ever seen here are you, Riddle, and the teachers," they yawned before adding, "But it seems I was mistaken as my sleep has been rudely interrupted once again."

With a slight eye roll Idia opted to speak through his tablet this time he typed, "Still there are better places to sleep than curled up in some dusty library corner."

"Well I guess your right... So can I borrow a spare dorm room, at least for a little?" Sephie had a cheeky, saccharine smile that displayed false innocence as they threw Idia's words back in his face.

As much as he didn't want another person in the dorm he couldn't say no. He could see they were still falling asleep during this interaction. He didn't expect to feel pity for them and maybe it wasn't. He wasn't known for his benevolence after all. Also, they were totally the main character of this! He wasn't going to dare try getting on their bad side. Not after Sephie and their friends had survived and stopped multiple overblots. They were totally op even without magic and that was something Idia did not want to deal with.

So begrudgingly he answered them with a "Fine." through his tablet.

They slowly made there way up and stretched out their limbs as they followed Idia to the hall of mirrors. It was quite a sight to see as they made it back to the dorm. Sephie was dragging their feet almost falling over in exhaustion at times as Idia tried to hurriedly pull them along by the end of their uniform sleeve. Finally after what felt like forever to Idia they'd made it to a spare dorm room Sephie could call their own for a while. The second Idia let them in they collapsed on the bed barley able to stand in their own.

Only half there body made it to the bed as they quickly cuddled up with a nearby pillow. Idia let an annoyed sighed escape his lips as he pushed the rest of them to lay comfortably on the bed. He left and looked back in annoyance. When he faced forward Ortho was inches from his face with wide eyes shining as if there were stars in there.

"AH! O-oh. Ortho it's just you. Talk about a major jumpscare."

"Apologies but brother? Was that the housewarden of Ramshackle, Sephie, entering the room with you?" Ortho asked curiously.

"Oh yeah..." Idia replied seemingly cautiously.

"Are they joining our dorm?" Ortho exclaimed excitingly. "Maybe they can help our dorm! They're outgoing personality may be what we need!"

"WHAT? No, they're not joining our dorm! Why would we even need them?" Idia said quickly shaking his head.

"Oh. That's a shame. According to my statistics our dorm would benefit from someone like them around by 40%! Are you sure they're not joining Ignihyde?"

"Y-yes! I'm sure."

Ortho sighed in obvious disappointment. He was of course curious as to why Sephie was here so Idia told him the story. Ortho to say the least was flabbergasted that his brother had voluntarily talked to someone and brought them over. "It's like a sleepover at our dorm," Ortho suggested. Idia instantly rejected the idea because as he said, 'he was kind of giving back a favor for what happened during his overblot.' Still it seemed no matter how hard he tried to shake it the thought found a home in his mind. Like an unwelcome bug his thoughts were plagued with it for the rest of the day.

#twisted wonderland #fanfiction #twst #idia shroud #Persephone oc #ortho shroud

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skyborneveggie · 1 year ago

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Title: Aeternum Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Paring: Crowley/Aziraphale Rating: M Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (though the violence is not literally happening, it is almost all metaphoric) Tags: Metaphysical Violence, Angst, Pining, Psychological Trauma, Unreliable Narrator, References to Dante's Inferno Summary:

Crowley takes a leap of faith. He’s flung himself into the blaze and, oh, it’s too late now.

An introspective on the finale, and Crowley's trauma in general.

Story beneath the cut

A/N: This story is meant to be an exploration in blurring the line between physical & emotional pain. It’s up to reader interpretation as to how much description is literal vs how much is metaphoric. Crowley is a highly unreliable narrator in this, and says a lot of things about himself here that aren’t true. He knows they aren’t true, but when you’re in the depths of despair your trauma can haunt you in all the worst ways.

Notes on Dante's Inferno: Judecca is the frozen center of the ninth & last circle of hell. It is reserved for traitors, who are encased in solid ice. At the very center of Judecca rest all traitors who have betrayed God himself. There, a three-headed Lucifer is trapped waist-deep in ice, each mouth forever eating those whom Dante deems the greatest traitors in history—Brutus, Cassius, and Judas. (Canto XXXIV)

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Aeternum

There is the pain of the fall. The freezer-burn in his bones, in the very marrow of him, frosting over tendon, sinew, muscle. How long did it take for the pain to subside, for the ice-fire to burn away the synapses and nerve endings of his skin as he lay there and writhed in the ice at Satan’s feet? He is still there now even, the core of him, his soul as his body continues to wander the earth. He is numb of it now, from the tips of his fingers to the ends of his toes. Feels nothing.

He will have to go back, someday, when it’s over. March past the vats filled with shit and boiling tar and flaming pyres. Someday he will bend under Satan’s shadow, crawling back down into his hole in the ice, body and flesh stripped away. Naked conscience, reuniting with its soul.

He is there then, to join them; Judas, Brutus, Cassius. Crowley wonders whose brain matter it will be that spatters onto his head, clotted rivers of tissue and blood dripping off Satan’s chins as he grinds their skulls into scarlet meal.

Crowley wonders if he will still feel nothing then.

There is the pain of the fall, and there is other pain.

Demons do not love. It is poison in their veins. Venom spreading beneath their skin with sickly, flush tint. It is not the fall, it is heat. It is a fire beneath him, it is a flaming sun in his chest. Have you ever tried to revive a frostbitten hand? The best he can do is to not think about it, don’t think about it. Push it to the back of his mind. He can deal with the dull ache of a distant, barely present flame, so long as he declines to warm himself. He can stand it from a distance.

Demons do not love. Satan help them if they do.

Except then Crowley, fool that he is, takes a leap of faith.

He’s flung himself into the blaze and, oh, it’s too late now. He is drowning in the boiling river, scalding liquid pouring down his garbling throat when he opens his mouth to speak. And the words tear from his blistered, deadened tongue with silent screams, begging him not to let them go. But Crowley—he is in it now. He roots them up and rips them out and vomits them onto the floor.

And he keeps on tearing. He tastes Aziraphale with ash on their tongues and when he comes away… well.

The kiss, it rots inside of Crowley’s mouth. Eats away the flesh there like bacteria in an untreated wound; virulent, necrotic, lethal. He spits poison in its wake.

His love is not beautiful. It is a violent, desperate thing. He is sickened with want.

Demons do not love. Satan help them if they do.

#exploring the blurred line between physical and emotional pain #interesting how this may be close to the most gutting thing i've ever written #when the last fic I wrote was certainly the fluffiest happiest thing I've ever written #i'm back aboard the angst express i guess #good omens #my fanfic

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sweet-sammy-kisses · 2 years ago

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A Frozen Hunter

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean/Sam Summary: Instead of doing the sane thing, Sam rents a freezers to keep Dean with him. Notes: Based off AA's latest tweets on hating Sam and the final this is based on the idea of Sam freezing Dean's body. This is pure crack. Also on AO3

As Sam cradled the lifeless body of his brother, his lover, his soulmate, his everything Sam felt unmountable grief overtake him. This wasn't like the other times that he had lost Dean.

Not when Gabriel trapped him in that six months of hell when he lived without Dean or when Dean was ripped away from him and dragged to hell, or when he thought he lost him when they took out Dick. He ended up in purgatory - Sam had been so lost and broken without his anchor that he seriously thought he dreamed up his life with Amelia, some days he wishes he did - or when he carried Dean's lifeless body back to the bunker and placed him on their bed only for Dean to turn into a demon and run off with Crowley.

He had lost Dean to death too many times but this was the last time and he would keep his word and not bring him back.

Now while the sensible part of Sam, 99.9% screamed at Sam that he should honour Dean with a hunter funeral like they had given everyone else they had lost but 0.01% screamed at him that it wouldn't be right for him to mourn Dean, that it would be selfish of him to bury Dean without letting others say good-bye to him.

Now it was Sam's grief that had him listening to that small insane part of himself so he rented a freezer truck.

It took weeks before Jody, Donna, and Garth, the girls that Jody and Donna had adopted for some reason or another.

Sam was convinced that one of them had a dad who just wanted what was best for her and he had no clue why she was with Jody and Donna but it wasn't his issue.

Max and the real Alicia who Sam and Dean joined up with her ghost form to save her brother from falling into dark magic.

"Thank you for all being here." Sam stroke Mircale's fur as the dog cuddled into his leg. "As you know Dean was taken from us and though the smart thing to do would have been to give him a hunter's funeral right away instead of disgracing him and putting him into a freezer truck so the rest of you could say goodbye.

Donna wiped at her eyes with a tissue, "You did the right thing Sam and it is not at all weird that you carry your brother's dead body with you everywhere. Thank you for letting us say goodbye."

Sam felt his own eyes wield up with tears. "Thank you for understanding. Now I also want to inform you and Jody that I am giving you the Men of Letters bunker for you and your wayward daughters so that you have a place to actually train them in the history of hunting and monsters it is not like they are magically going to turn into perfect hunters that save hunters who have years and years of experience on them after a couple of hunts."

"Thank you Sam that is lovely." Jody smiled at him.

"You're welcome, Jody. Now it will take a while before Dean's body defrost enough for us to give him a hunter's funeral. I am going to go sit with him until such time." Sam gave them one last teary smile and went to sit by the love of his life.

"SAMMY!" Sam shot up in the bed he and Dean shared in heaven looking at his lover who was looking panicked and wide-eyed. Miracle who had been sleeping in his own bed in the perfect spot where the sun hit him any time he wanted let out a bark at being woken up at such an early hour.

"Sorry Miracle." Dean made a silent vow to take him on a longer walk than usual today. "Sammy, I need to know that you gave me a hunter's funeral and didn't care my body around in a freezer truck for weeks."

For a moment Sam could only stare at Dean, "I can promise you Dean I would never do something like that. I gave you a funeral like we have given others like we gave our parents. It was just me and Miracle there. I let Jody and the others know and we held a small wake for you but they knew that I needed to say goodbye to you alone."

Wrapping his arms around Sam Dean rested his forehead against Sam's, "Thank Jack, but remind me to talk to him about allowing nightmares in Heaven." Resting his hand on Sam's waist he gave him a sexy smirk, "Want to help drive those horrible thoughts from my head?"

Giving a small stretch Miracle climbed out of his bed he knew what his two humans were about to get up to and he had no desire to see it again. He was going to go find Jack, he gave him the best pets and treats when his humans got like that.

Dean and Sam didn't notice their fury friend leaving with Sam already underneath Dean and moaning as Dean's talented mouth and fingers got to work.

#wincest #sherri writes #my fics #crack fic #thanks aa for the crazy plot idea #not for aa

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imagineswriting47 · 2 years ago

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The Demon Deal

A/N: This is for @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden who asked Heyy, I saw that your requests are open. I have an idea for a Dean x Reader. They are on a hunt, and she has to make a deal to save Sam (because she knows how much he means to Dean, and he can't live without him, Sam is also your best friend, and the world needs the Winchesters). But then she decides to leave them because the deal causes too much trouble for the brothers. Then they try to find her. Make it as fluffy and angsty as you like :)

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, and Hell.

Summary: The reader makes a Deal with Crowley to save Sam's life.

Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and now I have to sit and watch Sam take his last breath. Silent tears run down my face as Dean openly sobs over Sam holding his head to his chest. In between the sobs, Dean begs Sam to wake up.

"WAKE UP!" Dean is screaming, shaking Sam.

"Dean, we have to go." I try to get Dean moving, knowing that someone must have heard the firefight we just had. We have to get out of here if we dont want to be arrested.

"Don't. Just don't!" Dean yells at me as he picks Sam up and carries him out of the building. I can hear the sirens in the distance getting closer. We dont have that much time to get out of here. Dean lays him down in the back seat before jumping in the front of the car and starting up Baby. We haul ass to get out of there before the cops get here.

It doesn't take us long to get back to the motel room. We move quickly, not wanting anyone to see Sam. Dean carefully sets Sam down on his bed with the door closed behind us. He left the bed unmade that morning as we had an early start and figured it didn't matter. The tears once more fill my eyes. I dont want to think of Sam in the past tense. Sam can't just be gone; the world needs him. Dean needs him.

Dean doesn't want to believe he is gone as he sets to work on cleaning all the blood off him. With Dean's back to me, I quickly left the room. I dont manage to walk far before I hit the ground with my knees and just let out a scream. Once back on my feet, I keep walking. I don't know where I am going; I know that I dont want to be in the room.

"Hello, Darling." I hear Crowley say as he falls into step next to me.

"Fuck you!" I scream to him as I turn to punch him in the face.

"Now, now, Darling, I'm here to help you. I have a deal for you. I will bring Sam back to life in exchange for you spending ten years in Hell working for me."

"What's the catch?" I ask him as I finally stop walking and turn to look at him.

"No catch. You work for me for ten years, and I'll bring Sam back to life." He says with what he probably thinks is a comforting smile. But it's not. It didn't take long for me to know I would take the Deal. Dean needs Sam more than he could ever need me. I'm just the hunter that they picked up and never left. So life will go on for both of them.

"Deal," I say as Crowley pulls me into the kiss to seal the Deal.

Time Skip

My time in Hell, for the most part, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. For the most part, Crowly just had me doing his dirty work and killing demons that he felt got out of line. What surprised me the most was the amount of bureaucracy in Hell and why he needed me to help him. Even though he wanted these demons killed that would not listen to him, he couldn't just outright kill them.

My time in Hell also taught me more than I think Crowley wanted me to know. I learned the inner workings of Hell once I found the library where I was staying. Ten years was a long time, and I think I managed to read just about every book in the library.

"Your ten years are up tomorrow, Y/N." I hear Crowley say from behind me from where I stand, looking out a window and over the Hellscape.

"I know." I dont turn to look at him. It didn't take long for us to build a friendship. I am not saying that I still dont want to kill him, but I definitely dont want his job, and I might even have a little more respect for him than I did when this all started.

"What are you going to do once you are back topside? Find Moose and Squirrel?"

"I don't know. I doubt they would even take me back after making a demon deal."

"Now you know that isn't true. They haven't stopped looking for you." Crowley comes and stands next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"As much as I hate you, I have grown to respect the three of you. Give them a chance. You saved Sam with your Deal with me. If they can't understand that, then that is their loss."

"You love me, and you know it, Crowley," I tell him with a slight smile on my face. We spend the rest of the night in silence, both of us waiting for what is our daylight to shine, signaling my end in Hell.

"I will drop you off as close to the Bunker as possible. After that, the rest of it will be up to you." He says before placing his hand on my shoulder again; then everything goes black.

When I finally come, I am lying on the side of the road, the blue sky above me. Seeing the color blue brings me to tears. I didn't know how much I missed that color till I saw it again. Then, Hell was all fire and brimstone, blacks and red. When I finally sit up, I can see the Bunker. I get to my feet and stumble my way to the Bunker. Part of me always thought that I would never see it again. That something would happen while doing Crowley's dirty work. I never dared to dream that I would see Sam smile or hear Dean laugh.

Opening the heavy door of the Bunker, I quietly step down onto the landing. I can't see them from where I am standing, making my way down the stairs. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I am thrown against the nearest wall with a knife against my neck. I look up to see Sam is the one holding the knife. It feels like all the air is knocked out of my lungs. I knew that Crowly would uphold his end of the Deal, but I watched Sam take his last breath at the time. Seeing him now almost had the power to bring me to my knees.

"Sammy," I whisper. I dont do anything else as he stares at me. He doesn't take his eyes off me as he screams for Dean. I hear Dean running toward us, but Sam never moves the knife.

"Sam!" Dean yells once he is in the room. Sam movies just enough for Dean to see me.

"Y/N," Dean whispers once he sees me. Dean looks tired once I take him in; I want to do more, but Sam is still holding a knife to my neck, and I dont want to move.

"Hi," I whisper, my voice rough, making me wonder how long I lay outside after Crowley dropped me off. Sam and Dean have one of the silent conversations that they have. Dean moves away from us, moving into the Bunker. Sam removes the knife but keeps his hand on my shoulder as he pushes me away from the wall, his grip tight and most painful as he walks me into the map room.

Once Dean is back in the room, I am quickly handcuffed to a chair. I Dont say anything nor argue as they run the tests to see if it is me and not some monster wearing my face. Once the tests were run, Dean quickly uncuffed and pulled into a hug. Dean is down on his knees, me sitting on his lap.

"How?" Dean whispers to me.

"I saved Sam," I whisper just as quietly. Sam is sitting on the floor next to Dean and me.

"Y/N?" I can hear the question in Sam's voice when he says my name.

"I made a deal. The world needs you both. Im not that important. Crowley offered me a deal of ten years in Hell for Sam's life. I took the Deal."

"You've been in hell?" Dean asks me, his voice breaking as he asks me. I nod my head yes as I finally wrap my arms around Dean. I know we all have a lot to talk about, but I'm just going to sit in Dean's arms for now. The rest can wait.

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