Written for SPN Fluff Bingo card done by @spnfluffbingo
Square filled: Breakfast in bed
Words: 839
Crowley x OFC
Warnings: Sexual references, apart from that, all fluff.
The bed shifted slightly, causing Kaida to murmur in her sleep, shifting over to his side of the bed, pulling the blankets around her as she curled up the warmth he left behind. There was a chuckle, but she wasn't sure whether it was in her dream or not, letting her body sink back into sleep.
Slowly, the smell of food disturbed her, dragging her properly from the depths of sleep, even as she groaned a little, she pulled his pillow a little closer, not wanting to open her eyes yet and enjoy the morning lie in.
Footsteps sounded through the hall, walking softly and she couldn't help but smile into the pillow as the smell of food drew closer.
This time, the soft laughter was in the room and Kaida listened as something was placed on the table next to her before there was a gentle touch on her exposed upper back, tracing along the dragon tattoo before lips followed, causing her to sigh softly.
“Wishing I was rolled over?” She mumbled into the pillow with a smile.
He smirked against her, working his way up to her neck then her ear, his hands slowly massaging along her back. “On the contrary love, you are stunning from all sides.”
Kaida laughs and rolls, his hands moving to rest either side of her head as she smiles up at him. “Good morning to you too Crowley.”
Crowley grins, dropping his lips to hers in a slow, languid kiss that makes her hum happily.
“You're in a good mood this morning.” She said lightly as he pulls away, still smiling.
“I'm always in a good mood when you've shared my bed.” He said lightly, sitting up, one hand still tracing her exposed stomach, eyes slightly hungry as they drift over her.
Kaida smiles at him, resting her hand behind her head. “Is that why you made me breakfast?”
Crowley eyes the meal laid out on the bedside table, pancakes, bacon, eggs and coffee steaming away. “Well, I need to keep my hunter well cared for.”
“Are you going soft on me Crowley?” Kaida asked.
His gaze returned to hers, mischief burning within. “I couldn't if I tried darling, you should know that by now, especially after last night.”
Kaida giggles. “I was almost wondering what had gotten into you, you know, so desperate for me as you were.”
There was a brief fiery glow in Crowley's eyes as he leans in and captures her lips again, his hands brushing up her sides, making her moan softly. If it hadn't been for the rumble of her stomach, the breakfast would've quickly been forgotten.
Crowley laughs as he pulls away. “Sit up darling, can't have this food go to waste now, can we?”
Kaida gets herself comfortable on the bed and Crowley puts the tray on her lap, allowing her to start eating.
“This is damned good Crowley,” She said after a few mouthfuls. “Do I dare asked if you cooked this?”
Crowley snorts, having joined her back on his side of the bed, giving her an incredulous look. “Believe or not, I do have skills outside of making deals.”
Kaida grins as she takes another mouthful. “Oh trust me, I know, I'm just wondering why you haven't shared this one before.”
He shrugs. “Haven't really seen a need to, it's not like I need to eat.”
“I know you like to though.”
“There's a novelty to it,” He grins at her smirk. “And it helps to pass the time.”
She snorts and takes a sip of coffee. “You could open a Bed and Breakfast with food like this.”
“Oh, I'm sure that would do really well, being owned by demons and all.”
Kaida can't help but grin though. “Crossroads B'n'B.”
Crowley raises an eyebrow at her. “What? Visit once and become a member for life.”
She laughs. “Yeah, something like that.”
He joins her laugh, shaking his head. “Be careful love, you might just give me ideas.”
A moment passes before both of them burst back into laughter, Kaida putting the tray aside before curling back into him, his arm wrapping around her, kissing the top of her head.
“I don’t know, I’d be pretty happy to have that to my name.” She grins up at him. “Certainly put a few of your demons in place.”
“Might put a few hits on your head too,” His fingers trail through her hair. “And I can’t really have that now, can I?”
“I can manage.” Kaida laughs, even as Crowley leans down and presses his lips back to hers.
“How about we leave this discussion to later?” He asked quietly, hovering above her. “I think there are much more interesting things we could be doing.”
“Yeah, like sleeping.” She turns and curls up into him only to be met by a grunt and then fingers very quickly finding all her ticklish spots, her squeals and laughter filling the room as there was no fighting the onslaught, the thought of sleep soon long forgotten.
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Pairing : Crowley x Lori (OC) Crowley x Daughter!Reader.
Word count : 2.579
Warnings : There is talk of suicide, torture and abuse.
A/N : This addition piece to SLD was written solely to make up for missing information in the chapters, that I discovered had some how gotten deleted before the move. It is not NEEDED to enjoy the full series, but recommended.
Special thanks to the people who helped by giving me ideas when I was writing this piece.
This is an additional piece to SLD.
“So, Dad. Who’s going to be helping me train?”
“In here, Love.” Crowley lead you into the training room. Waiting in the middle of the open space, stood an attractive woman. Dark hair, fair skin and bright red lipstick.
“Who knew you had a type.” You mumbled jokingly at how she smiled at him, and he let his eyes linger.
Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Crowley gave you a light push forward. “This is Lori, Darling. She does many things for me, and-”
“I bet she does.” You mumbled with a smirk, cutting him off, as you moved forward, earning a growl from him. “Lovely to meet you, Lori.” You smiled as you stopped in front of her.
“She’ll be training you.” He grumbled through clenched teeth, none too impressed with your antics.
“I have a lot to teach you.”
“Mhmm…” You giggled, looking over at Crowley who glared.
The smile plastered to her face was only slightly awkward. “Did I miss something?” She glanced between the two.
“Oh, just having fun at my old man’s expense, since I didn’t get to growing up.” You smiled and nudged Crowley with an elbow. “Lori, was it? Or should I call you M-”
“Don’t you bloody dare.” Crowley growled. “You might be a woman grown, but I am still your father and king of hell, and until you learn to use your power, I can still ground you. Get to bloody work.” He turned and stormed off.
“Love you too Daddy!” You called with with a laugh, and other demons in the room turned towards Crowley as he slammed the door shut behind him. You sighed happily before turning again. “So, now that that fun is over..” You held out a hand to her. “I’m Y/N.”
She took your hand, and yanked you against her. “Lesson one. Don’t let your guard down.” She placed a hand on your breast, and used her power to send you flying backwards on your ass.
“Jesus Christ.” You groaned, rubbing the sore spot on your chest. You looked up at her as she came over and held out a hand to help you up. You knocked her hand away. “I think I learned my lesson.” She smiled and gave you a nod as you got up off the floor. “I can see why my dad likes you.” You mumbled, and her smile got bigger.
You had your hands on your knees, panting as sweat dripped down off your forehead and onto the floor. “When do you feel the most powerful?” She asked. You couldn’t seem to simply tap into your power.
“When she’s emotional.” You glanced up and Crowley was sitting on a bench. He hadn’t been there moments before.
“So.. Anger?”
“Scared.” He answered, his eyes on you. Given your past, that would be your biggest trigger, and would cause your power to come out in full force.
“Fear.” Lori turned back to you. “I can work with fear.”
“Fuck you.” You ground out. If looks could kill, she’d have died again ten times over.
She laughed, but Crowley spoke. “I wouldn’t unless you wish to cease existing. She is powerful. Work around it.”
“But, Sir-”
“Work around it.” He told her angrily, shooting her a glare. “If you make her fear you, you will deal with me. She’s been through enough.” That last sentence was mumbled, but you heard him. You knew she did too.
She gave him a nod. “Very well. We will find another way around the block.”
“How is she coming along?”
“Do you really want to talk about that right now, Crowley?”
He barely glanced up at her. “I bloody asked, didn’t I?”
Sighing, her face took on a frustrated look for a moment before she schooled it. “We managed to tap into her powers-”
“And?”
She shrugged. “She’s powerful. Unreliable, at the moment. But powerful.”
His lips turned up in a smile. “How powerful?”
“You know, it’s kind of killing the mood here, Crowley. I’m standing here half naked, and you’re talking to me about your daughter.”
He finally took a good look at her. She had shed the robe she had been wearing, and now stood in a lace teddy. “Sorry, Love.” His smile widened and he motioned for her to move closer. His hands sliding up her thighs as she moved into his lap. “Just worried about her, is all. You now have my full attention. Scouts honor.”
She laughed. “Like you were ever a scout, Crowley.”
“But I do have honor.” He smiled before his lips met hers.
She moaned into it. “You are a man of your word.”
“You do hair?” You turned to glance back at her.
“I do many things.” She turned your head back to the mirror, and went back to your hair. She had been slowly earning your trust for over a week now.
“Hey, does he talk to you?”
“Your father?” You nodded. “At times.”
“Do you know why he has me dressing like royalty for a dinner?”
“Sorry, sweetie. Your father doesn’t always tell me his various plots and schemes.”
“Oh god, he’s up to something devious?” You winced.
She chuckled and glanced into the mirror meeting your eyes as she placed a pin. “He’s always up to something devious.”
“Princess?” Lori slowly opened the door and glanced in. “You’re father asked me to check in on you while he was occupied.” Hearing your sniffle, she moved into the room and closed the door behind her. “What happened?”
“I hurt him.”
“Who? Not your father, I saw him not long ago. He looked concerned but alright, though he didn’t say-”
“Sam..” You mumbled under your breath. “I hurt Sam.”
“Oh, Princess.” She moved closer as you started crying all over again, shoulders shaking. She gently rubbed your back as she sat perched on the edge of the bed. “Come now. I have something that might help talk your mind off all this.”
“Concentrate.” Lori reminded you. “Picture it in your head. Don’t doubt the image, your mind will know, as will the power. What do you see?”
Lori had been working on this with you for two days now. “You.”
Lori nodded, thought you couldn’t see it with your eyes closed. “Where?”
“Dad’s office.”
“Good. Go!” And Lori was gone.
Taking a deep breath, you held onto that image. “Don’t doubt it.” You told yourself. “Focus.” With one last deep breath, you snapped your fingers. Opening your eyes, you were in a small dark space. “Lori!” You called out, turning around and fumbling trying to find some out.
A door opened, and Lori chuckled. “Close.” As the light spilled in, you realized you were in a closet that was unused and unneeded. “You’re getting better.” She pointed out as you stepped out and sighed, leaning against the desk. “You are. You’re in the same room as me this time. Try again. Picture Franky this time. You have a connection with her, it might help.”
“I don’t know where she is!” You started to get anxious.
“Relax. It doesn’t matter. Concentrate on her. Her scent, how her fur feels. The connection you have with her. Focus, and hold on.” She watched you stand and take a deep breath. “Ready?” You nodded. “Go!”
Without thinking further, you raised your hand and snapped. Peeking your eye open, you glanced around. You barely got a good look when you were knocked on your ass, and Franky was licking your face.
Laughing, you wrapped your arms around her. “I did it!” You grinned. “I actually did it!”
“Good job, Princess.” You tilted your head back to see Lori standing nearby. “Now, let’s see if we can play a game.”
Crowley glanced up from his desk as Lori appeared before him. “What-” She held up a finger to her lips and shushed him.
“Gotchya!” You yelled, appearing behind her. “Tag, you’re it.” You laughed before snapping away.
“Darling?” He raised his eyebrows at Lori.
“Teleportation lessons. Not always reliable, but she’s learning. So we made it into a game. Shall I be joining you after dinner tonight, My King?” He gave her a nod. “Perfect.” She purred, leaning over his desk and biting his bottom lip.
He grinned, watching as she snapped away. Just moments later, a closet door slowly opened and you peaked out. “Hey, pst, dad.” He glanced over. “I’m getting good at this, huh?”
“Not good enough.” Came Lori’s voice from behind you in the closet, making you jump and squeal.
You quickly snapped away, and so did Lori. Crowley just shook his head with a smile.
“You’re really going to let her marry him?”
“What bloody choice do I have?” Crowley was obviously upset.
“You’re the king.” She pointed out. “Tell her no!”
“And what? Lock her in a bloody cage like they did to Lucifer? Probably the only bloody thing in heaven, hell or earth that will hold her.” He grumbled as he moved around his office.
“But you’re helping him..”
“She loves him.”
“So?”
“She’s been through so much already. And it’s my fault.”
“It’s-”
“It is. I bloody left her there. I should have kept a better eye on her. If anyone can keep her safe, it’s those bloody Winchesters. As much as I loath to admit it. Even I can’t seem to be bloody rid of them.” He slumped into his chair.
“Crowley-”
“Leave it.” He growled at her. “It’s happening.”
“Yes, Sir.” There was disdain in her voice.
“Drop the attitude.” He shot at her. “I don’t understand why you bloody care who she marries anyways.” He pulled a bottle and glass out of his bottom drawer, filled the glass, and drank it all down in one go.
“Because you get like this.” She glared at him. If he had bothered to look up, he might have seen the lies as she told them.
“Why?” He growled. Crowley had left her in a private room after the ‘interrogation’ with Dean. Dean had been right, he had needed to cool off or risk scaring you again. He hadn’t gotten much out of her, and only gotten more and more livid as she refused to give him a proper answer. She just said how mad she was about him having a child with a human. But why? “A real bloody answer this time.” They were standing in the hall outside the room she would be put in for the time being. He wasn’t sure what would be accomplished by the move, but Alistair knew best.
She spit out blood that had pooled in her mouth, getting him just under his right eye. “Fuck you.” Her head settled back against the rack she had been placed on, a smug smile on her face.
After calmly wiping his face, his eyes met hers and they were red. Grabbing her by the face, he dug his fingers into her cheeks. “I let you in my bed.” He growled. “I treated you above all others, and this is how you repay me? I demand to know w-”
“You loved her.” She snarled. “I did everything for you, but you loved her.”
“She’s my daughter!” He screamed in her face. “You tortured her for years!”
She laughed. “I tortured her mother first.” She grinned. “I thought it was her, you know. I thought you loved her. So I made her suffer and then I killed her. And that fucking Winchester banished me back here.” She scoffed. “That's when you finally saw me. I finally had your fucking attention. Or so I thought. Because you kept fucking going back. So I took it out on her.”
Crowley shoved her head back, banging it onto the rack and started to walk away. He felt sick. Normally, he would reward such behavior, being a demon and all, but this was his daughter.
“I wanted you to watch her suffer!” She yelled at his back. “I wanted you to watch her fucking bleed and die. A slow agonizing death like I gave her mother.” Crowley stopped at that. “I wanted her to do it herself. I wanted you to fucking watch how she couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted you to feel broken and useless, and watch as your precious fucking daughter ended her own goddamn miserable life, all because she had you for a father!”
Crowley was shaking with anger. “I gave you everything you wanted.”
“No, Crowley. I gave you everything you wanted.” He turned at that, confused. “Do you think they really wanted you for a king? They didn’t even want you in charge of the crossroads! I got you there, you MORON! I made promises, and deals! I pushed you up that fucking ladder from a lowly nobody playing with the hounds. You were just too fucking stupid to see it! I LOVED YOU! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING AND YOU FUCKING IGNORED ME FOR A GODDAMN HUMAN!” Lori was practically foaming at the mouth as she screamed at him.
“Who did you make deals with?”
She laughed, a sickening sound as her head went back. “Everyone. You’re too stupid to see that the people closest to you are just taking what they want, and letting you think it’s you’re fucking idea.” Her body shook with laughter. “You sit there, on your throne, and you call them morons while they play you.”
“Who?” He growled, moving closer.
As she opened her mouth, a needle was plunged into her neck and the fire faded from her eyes, her head slumping down to her chest.
“What the bloody hell-” He turned to Alistair, eyes burning with fury.
“I need to move her in, as you instructed. Don’t worry, Sir. I’ll get answers.”
Crowley eyed him suspiciously. Alistair was his right hand, head of torture, taught Crowley everything he knew on the subject as he moved up in the ranks. Was he one? Was Alistair just using him? He watched as the rack was moved into the room it had been waiting outside. “Bloody hell.” He growled, and started towards his office. “You better bloody summon me when she wakes up. I will be sitting in.”
Cracking her eyes open, she glanced around and sighed when she saw the man currently across from her. “Room with a view, remind me to tip the bellboy nicely.” She quipped sarcastically.
“I know you.” He squinted his one good eye at her. “I don’t recognize the face but.. I know you..”
“I killed your wife.” She snarled at him.
His eye went wide. “You- You're the reason I’m here!?” He pulled on the restraints, anger taking over and dulling the pain he was obviously in.
She laughed. “You had it in you all along, sailor. I just amped up the volume.” She started looking around the room again. “Don’t worry, though. You won’t be in here forever.”
“I’ve been in here for centuries!” He yelled.
“No. Only feels like it. Maybe it’ll feel like a few more.”
“I’m never getting out of here, they said-”
“The king is a fucking moron, okay.” She turned her eyes back to him. “And I have people inside, and out. Trust me, you’ll get your revenge. On him, and that bitch of a daughter you raised for him.”
He settled down and smiled. “You can get me to her?”
“Only if you promise to finish the fucking job this time.”
He grinned, broken and bloody teeth showing. “Oh, I’ll finish it.”
