#crowlandriel

// It’s a very special someone’s birthday today!

@thekingsparty

Words can not even begin to describe my love for this wonderful person. Melli has been an enormous source of inspiration for me ever since I first made this blog way back in June 2016. I followed her Crowley as soon as I saw him because the writing was incredible. It was descriptive, it was beautiful, and I was immediately like ‘notice me senpai’. So when she asked if any Samandriels were up for a plot, I JUMPED at the chance, social anxiety be damned!

Of course I was panicking one second afterwards, but Melli turned out to be one of the easiest people I can talk to. Any time I talk to her, plot ideas just pour out, and I just wish we had more time to do them all. Melli has a ton of other muses that make you think ‘how the HELL does she find the time to write them all?!’, but none of them are lacking in quality, and they are all just amazing muses that I’ve had the pleasure of writing with.

As well as an inspiration for writing, our Crowlandriel threads have also been a great source of artistic muse for me. Hence the video! Slowly but surely, Crowlandriel has taken over my sketchbook. And btw, I’m not gonna stop drawing them just because I made a video! There’s a lot more drawings that I have planned!

I’m just so grateful to have been blessed with such a smart, kind, and beautiful friend. I love you, Melli, and I hope you have an absolutely fantastic birthday because you sure do deserve it <3

P.S- Here’s the playlist so you don’t have to go searching for all the songs like some kinda scrublord.

My dude I’ve been trying to get back into writing crowlandriel thank

Contrary to popular belief, Samandriel was far from innocent, even before Crowley and everything that happened in the warehouse. He knew was sex was, and how it worked more or less. He knew the basic mechanics of it.

Is this Crowley and Samandriel? I personally have never read any fics myself, but I have nothing against it, and I’m more than happy to add fics or art related to it.

I’d have a more solid answer, but I don’t know enough about common collective within the ship and the shippers themselves on what they prefer with it and what they don’t. Sounds like a pretty neat ship tho, if I saw anything on it I’d probably read it.

11. “I almost lost you” kiss

Samandriel sat in his quarters, terrified. He wanted to move, to help Crowley…but Crowley said not to. To stay where he was. He had to go into hiding for a while, since his brother absorbed all the souls in Purgatory and became God.

And Samandriel was terrified he’d never see the demon ever again.

When he heard the door creak open, the angel froze in fear.

“C-Crowley?”“Shh, baby bird, shh.”

The young angel jumped off the bed and rushed to hug the King of Hell. “I t-thought you w-were…”

Crowley shook his head. “I’m okay, I pro-”

Samandriel cut off Crowley’s sentence, kissing him hard. Tears flooded down his cheeks as they kissed, the young angel clinging to the demon.

The both of them stood like that for a while, lips pressed together as well as their bodies.

39. Accidentally Witnessed kiss

Castiel was convinced the King of Hell was corrupting his baby brother, that he was hurting dear Samandriel and the young angel just didn’t realize it.

He needed Crowley for something, the Winchesters needed him for something or other, and what he found shocked him. He had opened the door quietly, not wanting to disturb, and found his baby brother kissing the King of Hell.

No, more like making out.

Samandriel had tears on his cheeks and Castiel was convinced that Crowley was the culprit. But, what happened shocked the older angel.

“It’s okay, little one. It’s not real.”“B-but…” “I don’t want you to focus on something so horrible, baby bird. Come back here.”

Their lips met again sweetly. Crowley held Samandriel gingerly, like he was a precious object Castiel saw his brother’s body relax, becoming less tense. Samandriel moved to sit on Crowley’s lap, mumbling something low and soft to the demon that Castiel couldn’t hear. And despite his tears, Samandriel looked…happy. He looked comfortable.

“Thank you, Crowley.”“Not a problem, baby bird.”“I love you.”“I know you do.”

This is based of that thing you mentioned once about Crowley bringing handcuffs to the bedroom.

(Also, anyone who feels like I should add trigger tags to this let me know, since I don’t really know how to tag it.

“Angel. Angel, calm down, look at me - just breathe, okay?”

“N-no, n-no!”

“Hey, baby bird, Samandriel, I’m going to take them off, okay? Just breathe for me, alright? Good, little one, good…” Crowley reached out, un-cuffing the angel to the headboard. The small angel was whimpering softly, tears streaming down his face. 

Samandriel felt his whole body shake. He need to get away, he…he needed to escape. No…No, Crowley, he…He wasn’t hurting him…was he? He couldn’t remember, everything was blurry. 

“I’m-I-I…Could you l-leave me alone?” Samandriel asked in a small voice, curling up into a ball. Why was he so cold? Oh. Right. He needed to find some clothes. 

“Here, little one.” Crowley handed Samandriel a silk robe, which he quickly put on. “Do you…need anything? Food? Water?”

Samandriel shook his head. “No. I just want to be by myself.”

7. blue

“It’s all the same color.”

“Shhh.”

“Baby bird, it’s all blue. The same color of blue.”

“Who’s the artist here?”

“It’s all blue.”

Samandriel giggled as he looked up at the demon hovering over his shoulder. “I happen to like blue, and I’m not finished.” He said matter-of-factly, looking over his paints.“Blue is the most common favorite color, angel. How could you be so predictable?” Crowley chuckled, watching the young angel.

“It’s calming, and it reminds me of home.” “Don’t you want to forget home?”“I don’t want to forget what it used to be.”

Crowley paused for a moment, the pieces coming together.

“It that what you’re painting?”

Samandriel paused, green paint nearly splatting in drops onto the canvas.

“Yes…”