#crowley king of hell

[mischieviem]

What could have been 😔

[beandraws]

King Crowley 🖤

One of my favorites fr I love him so much 🥲

[brennenfox]

FeEeeElings 👿😈🥹🥲😭🥳🥰😘

As I said before Crowley and feelings is my favorite thing about Supernatural yay. The second favorite thing is just Crowley, the third is probably Crowley's crossroads era.. I could go on

Пользуясь случаем, ребятки го читать мой фанфик, это The demon you know на фикбук (Кроули/ожп, макси, уже 40 !!1! страниц).

[winchesterszvonecek]

Can I request something where a reader-insert gets injured protecting Crowley, please? c:

Take the Hit - [ Crowley ]

Summary: Crowley finds out exactly how you feel about him when you take the hit that was meant to kill him

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: female!reader, mentions of blood, brief violence

A/N: i feel like this sucks but i hope it was okay!

Masterlist | Crowley Masterlist

You always were one to put others before yourself. To offer your life in exchange for theirs. It’s one thing your brothers hated about you, the fact that you were so willing to give yourself up for others, whether it be family, friends or complete strangers.

Which was completely ‘pot calling the kettle black’ as you couldn’t count the amount of times they’d given up their own lives for someone. But you just figured it was because you were technically the baby of the family, despite the fact that you were two years older than Sam… The boys didn’t want to tell you straight up that it was because you were a woman as they knew you’d kick their asses for even saying it.

Half of the time you had to threaten Dean with violence against the Impala for him to let you join them on hunts, even though you were one hell of a hunter who’d proven many times that you were capable of looking after yourself. You knew Dean was just being protective, as he had been all your life, but part of you knew that the reason he didn’t want you leaving the safety of the bunker anymore was because of Crowley.

Ever since Crowley’s run with human blood, the two of you had developed a bond, one that your brothers were not pleased with. Nor were they pleased to find out you’d been sneaking into the dungeon to talk to him at night when he’d been chained up inside, against your brother's orders that you weren’t to go anywhere near him. That had not been a fun conversation. Not one bit.

You didn’t know what this connection was you had with the King of Hell himself, whether it was from loneliness, as oftentimes you were left alone in the bunker and it’s not like there was anyone else for you to talk to, or whether it was something else entirely, you had no idea. All you knew was that you liked it.

You enjoyed Crowley’s company. You enjoyed talking to him. Having conversations that weren’t filled with jokes and innuendos, much like those in which you’d had with him around the others. These talks were more deep. More personal. Something you didn’t want to share with anyone else.

Crowley understood you. He listened to you. He allowed you to vent about things that you wouldn’t dare say around your brothers. You knew he’d never repeat what you said, not when he was still so hopped up on human blood that he was technically one himself, which is partially the reason as to why he even seemed to care about you. And you were surprised to find out that he still did once he returned to full demon… Well, almost full.

The entire time you’d known him, Crowley had never treated you any differently from your brothers. Never acted as though you couldn’t handle yourself, or looked down upon you because you were a woman. One who was much shorter than that of your gigantic brothers. He knew what you were capable of. Knew you could handle yourself in a fight. All in all he treated you like the hunter you were, which is why the second you saw that angel blade moving towards him, you knew you had to save him.

“Crowley!” You shouted, gaining his attention as you moved quicker than ever before, throwing yourself in front of the blade that might have killed him had you not taken the hit for him.

You gasped harshly as the blade penetrated your stomach, the tip of it almost coming straight out your back. Your skin burned fierce as you fell back against Crowley, who stood directly behind you, his arms catching you before you hit the ground.

“Easy, darling.” Crowley said softly, lowering you to the ground as he held you in his arms, watching as you choked on your own blood, your hands fumbling blindly around the wound in which the angel blade still stuck out of. “Don’t. You pull that out, you die… You understand me?” He added, his voice wavering a touch that only you could hear it.

“I’m sorry… I… She… She got in the way.” The hunter who’d stabbed you babbled out, his mouth gaped from shock. From confusion as to why a Winchester would take the hit for a demon. But before he, or anyone else for that matter, could say anything, Crowley raised his hand and with a quick twist of it, the hunter fell dead to the floor. His neck broken.

“C-Crowley.” You spluttered, blood spewing out of your mouth, dripping down your chin as you breathed raggedly, gasping for air which you couldn’t seem to get into your lungs. You couldn’t begin to explain the pain in which you felt. The burning sensation inside your stomach. Yet at the same time you felt numb. Cold. Like you didn’t have many ragged breaths left in you.

“You’re okay, darling.” Crowley soothed, brushing your hair from your face before the two of you vanished, the warehouse around you changing before your very eyes and before you knew it, you were in the hospital. “Can I get some help here?”

The hospital staff were quick to swarm you, your body landing on a gurney, wheeling you away from Crowley who stood anxiously by the nurses station. He knew your wound was bad. Knew it may very well kill you. And he knew he shouldn’t care. That he should find joy in the death of a Winchester but things were different now. Especially between the two of you.

He’d never dream of seeing you dead. Or your brothers for that matter. He’d never dream of laying a hand on you. Never dream of putting you in harm's way and yet somehow, without even meaning to, without even doing anything but being present at that warehouse, he’d gone and hurt you. He’d done the one thing which he swore he’d never do again, he’d hurt you, and if you didn’t pull through, he wasn’t quite sure what he’d do afterwards… That is, if your brothers didn’t kill him first, which to be honest, he probably wouldn’t even fight at that point.

The wait for news on you was long, even for a demon, but the second he heard your name being called by the doctor, he was on his feet faster than ever before. And when the doctor told him you’d survived, that you’d pulled through, well he very nearly found himself thanking God.

“You scared me.” He said softly, the second he saw your eyes flutter open as you lay still on the hospital bed.

“You’re a demon…” You said weakly, trying your best to smile. “You shouldn’t get scared.” You finished, coughing lightly as you turned to look at him. He looked so normal sitting by your side, his coat draped over the back of the chair and his suit jacket unbuttoned. It was as though he was human.

“You and I both know I’m not a regular demon, darling.” He said with a touch of humour now that you’d seemed to have regained yours. He stood up, stepping closer to you as his hand lingered in the air, as though he was unsure whether you’d want him to touch you.

“You can touch me.” You whispered, watching as the faintest smile rose on his face, one that would go unnoticed by those who didn’t truly know Crowley. Not like you did anyway. His hand landed atop your forehead, feeling the heat radiate from your skin as you closed your eyes briefly, relishing in his touch.

“Why did you save me?” He asked in a whisper, your eyes opening slowly as your gaze shifted from him a little. “Why did you take the hit?”

“Because I couldn’t… I...” You croaked out, lip trembling as your eyes began to water. “I couldn’t let him kill you.” You finished, your voice breaking as you finally turned to look at him again. He reached down, gently wiping away the tear that had rolled down your cheek.

“You know, there was a time in which you’d have been the one behind the blade, not the one diving in front of it.” He said as you sniffled, bringing your own hand up to wipe at your eyes.

“Times have changed.” You whispered, a quiet sob escaping up your throat and leaving your lips as nothing but a breathy sigh, one which told Crowley all he needed to know about you. And the way you felt about him. You could see him moving, feel him getting closer and the second his lips brushed against yours, allowing you to feel the roughness of his beard, you very nearly passed out again.

“That they have, darling, that they have.”

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[demontisms]

rip crowley supernatural born too early to experience the magic of estradiol born too late to claim the old gods came to him in a vision and commanded him to become a woman

[wolfnight360]

supernatural ship poll

[tondw0o]

Little SPN doodles

[rosieparker1856]

Here we have Crowley, we love Crowley and his lovely little husband.

This is the king of hell. His daughter is a little crazy, but she’s great and so is he.

Neither should be confused with him

[iratopias-blog]

Inktober 15 - 17

Dagger

Angel

Demon

[mischieviem]

Forced myself to draw other characters

[all-or-nothing-baby]

my 14yrold just played this game with me and they're super interested in your answers:

1. think of a fictional character

2. now think of another fictional character who would be mean to the first fictional character

the meangirl blorbo you come up with is now your new landlord sad times lol

(i got crowley, king of hell, from spn btw—pretty grim BUT at least he's funny and would get shit done).

put yours in the tags

[brennenfox]

resuraction

babygurl definitely deserves a hug and some resuraction

In my delululand Dean does that and after they live happily married together. Dean and Crowley together In Hell. thanks 🧚‍♀️

Ребятки, го читать мой фанфик про Кроули, это The demon you know на фикебук (Кроули/ожп, макси, всех ждуу).

[winchesterszvonecek]

You’re All I Want - [ Crowley ]

Prompt: “You came?” “You called.”

Word Count: 1201

Warnings: female!reader, human blood!crowley, angst (if you squint), fluff

Masterlist | Crowley Masterlist

For the entire elevator ride your stomach was in knots. You didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t know what was going to go down when you crossed the threshold into that room and if you were being honest, you didn’t know whether you even could step into it.

You never thought you’d hear from Crowley again, not after what you told him. How you shot him down. How you hurt him. The look on his face that day in the dungeon was one you’d never forget but how could you keep your promise when he was still a demon?

How could he think you’d still agree to be with him when the chances of him becoming human had dropped from one hundred percent to zero in a matter of seconds?

Of course you were happy Sam wouldn’t die from completing the trials but it had gone and messed everything up for you and your future, which is exactly why you weren’t sure you could face opening that hotel room door once you’d approached it.

But Crowley seemed… out of it, to put it lightly, when he called you and no matter what he may be, or may still be rather, you loved him and therefore you simply couldn’t bring yourself to walk away.

Sucking in a deep breath, you slid the card you’d swiped from the maids cart on your way up into the slot, the door beeping within seconds and when that lock flicked open, you almost jumped out of your skin. Your hand grabbed the handle before your mind could tell it to and when you pushed open that door, it took every ounce of strength you had in you to step inside.

And when you did, your heart almost dropped at what greeted you.

Bodies lay scattered about the place, their skin grey and pallid, as though they’d been drained of their blood which was only confirmed when you spotted the syringe full of it on the table. One body was different from the others, it was a woman, clad in a black dress and knee high boots, with an angel blade sticking out of her stomach.

But your eyes didn’t linger long on the mess around you before you spotted him. Crowley. Sitting slumped against the wall in nothing but a pair of silk, black pyjamas and looking like he’d been through the ringer. He was pale, sweaty, with dark circles underneath his eyes and if you didn’t know better you’d have thought he was a junkie.

“What happened to you?” You whispered to yourself, the door clicking softly shut behind you as Crowley’s head slowly lifted, having heard your voice no matter how low it had been.

“You came?” Crowley all but choked out, surprised to see you as he was unsure whether or not you’d gotten the mess that was the voicemail he’d left you.

“You called.” You replied, smiling warmly as you moved slowly across the room and kneeled down in front of him. Your hand landed on the side of his face, your thumb wiping away a speck of blood that sat upon his scruffy stubble. “I told you that day, Crowley… I’ll always be here for you.”

“But you just can’t love me.” Crowley finished, repeating what you’d said to him that day you broke his fragile heart.

“I do love you.” You said softly, your own heart breaking as you couldn’t stand seeing him like this. “But I can’t be with you.”

“Right, because I'm a demon.” Crowley scoffed out, raising his own hand to pull yours off his face, throwing it back at you as he clumsily got to his feet. He walked away from you, keeping his back to the room you occupied as he stared out of the window. “I never should have called you.”

“But you did.” You replied, taking one step in his direction. “And I’m here… So let me help you.”

“Help me?” Crowley huffed out, an emotionless chuckle leaving his slightly cracked lips. “Why on earth would I want your help?”

“Because you asked for it.” You exhaled, closing the gap between the two of you and clasping his shoulder, turning him to face you, which was surprisingly easy but Crowley wasn’t exactly in a place to stop you. “And because I know you want it.”

You softened your voice as you cupped his face again, gently brushing your thumb over the dips beneath his eyes. His glistening, saddened eyes that broke your heart to even look into as you knew you were the cause of the pain that was behind them.

“I know I hurt you.” You began, Crowley scoffing lightly as hurt was an understatement. He dropped his gaze from you, only for you to lift it back up to eye level almost immediately. “And I’m sorry.”

“You’re all I want.” Crowley whispered, feeling pathetic and embarrassed. But frankly he didn’t overly care how he was coming across as it wasn’t anything but the truth.

Even before the trials he’d always wanted you, deep down from the moment he met you and all it took for him to realise that, to confess that to you was one syringe full of human blood. And by the fourth he was certain.

He loved you.

He’d been ready to turn human if it meant being with you, or rather, if it meant you wanted to be with him. But as always, the Winchesters went and fucked everything up, meaning not only was he now a blood junkie who’d abandoned his throne, but he was without you too and he didn’t know just how long he could keep things up.

“I know.” You nodded, your voice cracking as your free hand took his, easily lifting it between you to place a soft, loving kiss against his knuckles. “I can see now that you’re different. That whatever happened to you in that church changed you and if you’ll give me the chance, I’d like to make good on that promise I made you.”

“But I’m not human.” Crowley pointed out, his brows dipping a little and he’d never felt his heart beat so fast. Hell, he hadn’t even thought it was possible for it to do so.

“I don’t care.” You said through a quiet sob, shaking your head as though you were trying to rid yourself of the emotions clouding your insides. “I love you and I want to be with you whether you’re a demon or not.”

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wished to hear those words.” Crowley breathed out, pulling his hand from yours to place it on the side of your neck, his other joining it swiftly and before you knew it his lips were on yours.

And you wouldn’t be lying, it felt strangely wrong to be kissing a demon, the King of Hell at that, but you didn’t care. It felt more right to you than anything ever did and if being with Crowley damned your soul to hell then so be it. He ruled the place after all, which meant no matter what the future held for you, you’d get to spend eternity with him one way or another.

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[demontisms]

i am once again being INCREDIBLY normal about my rowena and crowley as siblings au. i am being measured and regular about this and what it could have done for season 11.

[waywardvamp]

I have so many thoughts about Rowena and Jesse Turner. I can see things. Witchy things. Amazing things.

[wolfnight360]