I Need Request For Fics! Preferably Dsmp Requests Pls Give Me Some Also Preferably Sickfics Their Just

I need request for fics! Preferably dsmp requests pls give me some also preferably sickfics their just so cute 🥹

RAHHHH YOU CAN DRAW SO WELL BOOKIE

Finished ig

The cuties ever

When your retired demon gets bored and has to fulfill his need to save you from IMMINENT DOOM.

Draw me next please I beg my little pookie bear 🙏🙏🙏

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My love…

George laid himself down on the couch after getting home late from doing an irl stream. when dream saw him he smiled “Hi babe” George looked at him and spoke “hi..” Dream could see something was up “what’s wrong?” George shook his head “nothing nothing I’m fine” he smiled softly George was clearly not okay dream could hear his stomach make weird audible noises. George was obviously not feeling well he didn’t want to say anything george had always been like this always avoiding admitting that he was sick or didn’t feel well he always did this no matter what he always tried to play it off or sleep as if someone didn’t notice. Dream could always notice cause George was noticeably quieter. So dream spoke “are you feeling okay babe I mean you doing that thing where you get all quiet..” George looked up “I’m fine..” he said clearly not being fine. Dream clearly didn’t believe that so he sat on the couch with him and looked at him. “You’re clearly not fine what’s wrong..” dream asked gently which made George crack and admit it. George softly spoke “I don’t feel good.. my stomach feels awful and I’m hot I feel horrible..!” He complained making dream feel bad. “Oh my love…” dream spoke he could tell that night was gonna consist of him taking care of George. It was gonna be a long night.

Little fic I wrote during class I hope you like it😚

My Angel really is an Angel.

quick fic about Crowley and aziraphale

Crowley come to Aziraphale with a bit of a migraine luckily for him his Angel is a caring sweetheart who always knows how to take care of him.

It was an awfully quiet, rainy morning in Aziraphale’s bookshop. He was sitting by one of the many windows, reading a book, when the door swung open, and in came Crowley. He looked awful; there was no denying it. “Are you alright, Crowley?” the angel asked, clearly concerned for the demon. The demon ran a hand through his hair. “Fine, angel. I’m fine.”

Aziraphale was worried but gave a slight nod. Crowley hated lying to the angel, but he knew that if he told him the truth, Aziraphale would probably go crazy and try to make him rest, and he didn’t want to rest right now.

After a bit, the pounding headache he had got worse, and he closed his eyes behind his glasses. Aziraphale grew more and more concerned. “Are you sure you’re alright, darling?” he asked. The demon groaned and gave in. “Right, fine, angel. I have a pounding migraine. Just shhhhh.”

The demon realized how silent it had become and opened his eyes to see the white-haired male closing the blinds and turning off the lights, leaving just the dim candlelight. “Owhhh, angel, you don’t have to do that. I have sunglasses for a reason.”

The angel frowned. “But you shouldn’t have to wear those in here, especially with a headache,” he said softly, trying to keep his voice low.

Crowley was very appreciative of that and gave a small smile to the angel, taking off his glasses. He was quite tired, though, and lay down across the small loveseat in the bookshop, falling asleep. Aziraphale didn’t mind; at least the demon was getting rest.

Crowley woke up around two hours later feeling much better—a little nauseated but pretty good overall. The angel had made tea and left it next to him while he went to visit Maggie across the way. Crowley saw a bowl of crisps on the table next to him and ate a few—not many due to his nauseated state, but enough to make sure he wasn’t really hungry.

As Crowley settled back into the cushions of the loveseat, he picked up the teacup and took a tentative sip. The warm liquid was soothing, and he let out a contented sigh. The dim candlelight gave the bookshop a cozy, almost ethereal atmosphere, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he felt a sense of peace.

Aziraphale returned shortly, carrying a couple of books and records under his arm. He smiled warmly when he saw Crowley awake and looking somewhat better. "Feeling any better, my dear?" he asked, his voice still soft and gentle.

Crowley nodded, setting the teacup down. "Yeah, a bit. Thanks for the tea and, you know, the rest of it."

Aziraphale's smile widened. "Anything for you, Crowley. Now, would you like to hear about the new music Maggie introduced me to? She’s been experimenting with some new blends, she’s been showing me so much new music.

Crowley chuckled, the sound low and a bit raspy. "Sure, angel. Distract me with some tea talk."

Aziraphale spoke about all the new music Maggie had introduced him to and how much he liked it.

After a while, Crowley felt a little stronger, enough to sit up and join Aziraphale at the table. "You know," he said, reaching for another crisp, "you really didn't have to do all this. But I... I appreciate it."

Aziraphale looked at him, his blue eyes soft and full of concern. "Of course I did, Crowley. You’re my friend. And friends look out for each other."

Crowley gave a rare, genuine smile. "Yeah, angel. They do."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the rain tapping gently against the windows. The world outside was still gray and dreary, but inside the bookshop, it felt warm and safe.

Aziraphale stood and went to one of the shelves, carefully selecting a book before returning to the table. "I was thinking," he began, "that perhaps a good story might help take your mind off things."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? And what story did you have in mind, angel?"

Aziraphale handed him the book, the leather cover worn from years of handling. "It's an old favorite of mine, 'The Wind in the Willows'. A comforting read, wouldn't you say?"

Crowley chuckled, the sound still a bit rough around the edges. "Comforting? You really are something else, Aziraphale. But alright, let's see what all the fuss is about."

As Aziraphale began to read aloud, his voice steady and melodic, Crowley leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the words paint vivid pictures in his mind. The tale of Mole, Rat, and their adventures along the riverbank unfolded, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves.

Time seemed to slip away, the outside world fading into the background as they immersed themselves in the story. Crowley found himself genuinely enjoying the narrative, the simple joys and camaraderie of the characters resonating with him more than he expected. It was a reminder that even in the most mundane moments, there could be beauty and solace.

When Aziraphale paused to turn a page, Crowley opened his eyes and looked at him. "You know, angel, you have a way of making even the simplest things seem... special."

Aziraphale's cheeks flushed slightly, a soft pink hue coloring them. "Well, I suppose it's all about perspective, isn't it? Finding joy in the little things."

Crowley nodded, the headache now a distant memory. "Yeah, maybe you could be right but how could I know."

They continued reading, the hours slipping by unnoticed. The rain outside began to lighten, the persistent drumming on the windows becoming a gentle patter. Aziraphale's voice, soothing and unwavering, was the perfect antidote to Crowley's earlier turmoil.

Eventually, Aziraphale set the book down, marking their place with a delicate ribbon. "I think that's enough for today. How are you feeling now?"

Crowley stretched, feeling the tension ease from his muscles. "Better. Much better. Thanks, Aziraphale."

The angel smiled, a mixture of relief and contentment. "I'm glad. You know you can always come here if you need a place to rest or just... be."

Crowley met his gaze, the sincerity in Aziraphale's words touching him deeply. "I know, angel. And I appreciate it. More than you know."

They sat together in companionable silence, the bond between them growing stronger with each shared moment. For all their differences, it was times like these that reminded Crowley just how much he valued Aziraphale's unwavering kindness and friendship.

As the rain finally ceased, the first rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds, Crowley stood and stretched. "I should probably get going. Got things to do, people to see."

Aziraphale nodded, though there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "Of course. But promise me you'll take care of yourself, Crowley."

Crowley smirked, his trademark swagger returning. "Don't I always, angel?"

Aziraphale gave him a knowing look. "Just... be careful."

With a final nod, Crowley slipped on his sunglasses and headed for the door. He paused before leaving, turning back to give Aziraphale one last smile. "Thanks, Aziraphale. For everything..I um.. I guess."

Aziraphale watched as Crowley disappeared into the brightening day, a sense of contentment settling over him. He returned to his seat, picking up the book and running a finger along its spine. Life was unpredictable, full of unexpected twists and turns, but one thing remained constant: his friendship with Crowley. And in moments like these, that was more than enough.