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Crowley [Supernatural] {Requested} (fluff)

For @autumn_is_an_angel

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You muttered under your breath once the doors to Hell closed behind you. The two demons inside the gate looked at you oddly, noticing that you were alive rather than dead. You strode past, walking straight for the throne room.

"Bastard king of Hell thinking he owns the world," you sighed, pushing open the throne room doors. The room was empty, a single demon standing guard outside. You glanced around, pushing the doors shut around you.

"Well it can't hurt to have a little fun with the bastard can it?" you asked yourself, looking around one more time. What was the worst he could do? Kill you? You were already in Hell. 

You laughed at your own joke and sat down on the throne, looking around. It was quite high, probably because Crowley wanted to be taller than the Winchester brothers when the sauntered in on occasion. Though you highly doubted Crowley enjoyed their unannounced visits as much as yours.

You turned in the chair, kicking your feet onto the armrest and giggling as a demon walked in. She looked at you wide eyed, put down whatever she'd been holding (it looked suspiciously like a head box), and scampered off. The doors shut behind her again and you went back to looking around the room.

It had been an hour before you'd gotten extremely bored and were about to start causing a ruckus when Crowley walked in, flanked by two demons. Once he saw you, he waved a hand and they disappeared. You snapped once as the demons disappeared and smiled to yourself. This might be more fun than you thought.

"What do you want, (Y/L/N)." 

"Nice to see you too, Crowley. Or shall I say-"

"No, you shouldn't. What do you want?" You shrugged leaning back again. He crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and opened his mouth.

"What do you want me to do? Smite you? I'll gladly do that, but I don't think the people upstairs would like it very much. Get up."

"You just said you wouldn't," you retaliated, smirking a little bit as Crowley's face began to tint slightly red. You would only really get worried if his eyes did the same. 

"I don't care what the people upstairs think, now do I, sweetheart. Get off my damn throne." 

"Or what?" You crossed your legs and leaned your head against the backrest, "You'll kill me?"

"GET UP OR I'LL SEND YOUR WHOLE ANCESTRY TO HELL!" You jumped slightly at the sudden outburst and laughed when you saw the shade of his face.

"You know better than to yell, Crowley. I don't respond favorably to violence, do I now?" He knew it well and had the number of deaths to prove it. 

"(Y/N), darling, just get out of the throne. It's mine. I'll get you your own." 

"No, I like this one," you replied, shifting your gaze to the chair, "It's very Victorian. I don't think you'll find another one like it."

"No, I won't," Crowley growled, suddenly very close to you. You turned your head in surprise and found his lips against yours. You leaned up, Crowley's hand guiding you to your feet, then he pulled back and sat down.

"You bastard! I can't believe you tried to pull that on me! I would say good duck, but you failed. The allusion fell away from him and he fell on his ass about a foot in front of you in the throne. 

"Good thing none of your demons were here to see that. Or your mother. She can be very grouchy when you fall for silly things. Especially silly things that I create." 

"Bitch," Crowley grated.

"Hmm, darling I think you got a letter wrong. Witch. Good tactics, distracting me." His expression changed, just for a moment, and you saw genuine hurt.

"Oh Fergus, you know better than to have feelings. You're a demon." 

"You have feelings and you're a witch." 

"Yes, but I've still got some of the human left in me." He stepped closer.

"Yes, and so do I." Once again he leaned down, and you willingly complied, getting out of the seat and pushing him into it, sitting yourself across his lap and kissing him enthusiastically. Pulling away for a moment, you grinned. 

"I think there's a head in that box over there. I also do believe that by this time you have work to do and this throne is virtually useless to anyone aside from me." 

"I can hold off on a bit of work." With that he pulled you close against him and kissed your head. 

"Like old times." 

"This time you didn't get set on fire though," Crowley replied.

"I miss the good old days."

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I needed a little fluff writing. I hope you enjoyed this with some smuts to come. If you'd like to request fluffs you may do so. 

Peace, Love, Spock

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Anji