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thesunshineriptide · 2 years ago

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What Howl (oc) Thinks of every twst boy, + songs

Riddle

fun fun fun. Likes when he gets mad but is also just as eager to put someone in their place to make his life easier. Thinks he’s super smart and kind of an asshole but he puts up with their banter since they don’t break his rules (even if they bend them a lot) so overall 8/10 enjoy him. His song

Ace

Howl doesn’t dislike him but their fondness wavers on a near daily basis. The more issues he causes for them in particular the less they like him. On the flip side though, he’s entertaining. If howl was the one that had to make the deal with Azul like in twst canon then he and grim would be left in Azul’s clutches for a bit longer because they’re tired of babysitting. 5/10 it changes on the day. His song

Deuce

Best boy in the whole world. Absolute idiot but in the sweetest way possible. Howl wants to wrap him up in a blanket and study with him for hours his brain is so interesting. Favoritism is not even hidden. Would make a deal with Azul to save him tbh. They’re lab partners and both of the grades have gone up significantly since then. 9/10 he’s only a little dumb. His song

Trey

Honestly doesn’t have a hot take on Trey either way. They don’t really hang out but have mutual respect due to Howl simultaneously causing issues and fixing them in the same breath. 6/10 he’s fine. His song

Cater

Doesnt hang out with Cater often but he’s fun and always down to cheer on antics so positive impression. Sometimes Cater will sneak them one of Trey’s baked goods and they’re magicam mutuals. Also music lovers and geek out about that when together. 7/10 he’s fun but never see him a lot. His song

Leona

If it weren’t for the fact that Howl is annoying as fuck, they might be buddies. But unfortunately they just bicker and sometimes roughhouse. Not friends but not enemies either. More of mutually assured destruction. 4/10 he’s fun to piss off sometimes. His song

Ruggie

Shady ass dog boy. The fact that Howl refuses to work for Azul is a point of contention due to the fact that Howl also goes around complaining about being broke. Ruggie doesn’t like Howl but Howl overall has like, very little opinion on him. Likes his antics but they don’t talk. 3/10 eh. His song

Jack

Good boy! Howl loves to come annoy Jack! And Jack just deals with it because he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. Somehow ends up getting roped into their antics but always comes out unscathed. 8/10 he’s very fun. His song

Azul

Oh boy. Well, Howl likes Azul, surprisingly, but their relationship is…interesting. Refuses to work for him and often annoys the shit out of him, but almost never actually causes trouble. Will police other Octavinelle students and do nice shit either for Azul or claiming it’s ‘from’ him (brought Malleus a box of cookies claiming it was from Octavinelle, suddenly all of Diasomnia was patroning at Mostro more often?? Wild.) uh but also sometimes they tussle legit. Overall 5/10 they’re frenemies. His song

Jade

Terrified of Jade but also thinks he’s literally so fucking cool. Refuses to admit it but wants his approval so fucking bad it’s embarrassing. Whether or not he knows isn’t obvious since he’s smug all the time but chances are, yeah he knows. Tries very hard to keep secrets from him, ends up panicking at dumb shit (tried to hide a bag of chips from him one time. They bought them with their own money and everything was completely normal, just panicked around him). Adores the terrifying eel man 9/10. His song

Floyd

Besties. Sort of. Content to be his little court jester because it’s funny, and is often most themself around him, but also very aware the whole time that one mood shift and they may no longer have a spine. Thinks he’s very fun though and he seems to agree so they are conditionally besties. 9/10. His song

Kalim

Is ready to throw down for Kalim for very similar reasons to Deuce. Adhd squad gotta stick together. Would hang out with Kalim more if Jamil wasn’t around all the time. Probably made matching t shirts for themself and Kalim and Kalim wears it all the fucking time. 10/10 so sweet and kind. His song

Jamil

Literally fucking hates him. The feeling is pretty much mutual. Doesn’t trust him whatsoever, he gives off rancid vibes, and it has nearly come to hair pulling between them. Nothing ever happened to cause the animosity in particular, but it’s there and neither one wants to bury the hatchet. 1/10 he’s kept Kalim alive this long and that’s worth 1 point. His song

Vil

Not really in the same circles but they’re surface level nice to each other. Howl made it a point to acquaint themselves with every housewarden and be on their best behavior so they’ve met maybe 5 times? Overall kinda neutral about Vil though. Seems kinda like a dick but not in a bad way just an ego way. 6/10. His song

Rook

Oh ho ho. These two play tag. Clearly Howl has something wrong with them considering they also hang out with fucking Floyd, but it’s fun for the terrors of campus. They often go into the woods and play something between hide and seek and tag, usually with Howl losing, then go and drink coffee. Sometimes Howl just yells, “I’m making pasta, want some?” To what looks like an empty room and then Rook just fucking. Appears. Scares the shit out of anyone that accidentally saw this (Jade and Azul). 8/10. His song

Epel

They bond over dirt and biting people. Doesn’t really talk to Epel for a long time but after going outside and screaming a very loud “yeehaw” and a string of filthy curses, Epel finally approached them. They still don’t really talk but sometimes Epel will approach them and just let out a string of curses. 6/10 no context needed to swear because it’s fun. His song

Idia

Board game club buddies! They play all the games Azul refuses to (aka anything chance based). Howl is still considered a normie, but a normie with good taste. They just haven’t had enough time to be exposed to true culture or whatever. Thinks he’s kinda condescending and an asshole but he’s emo so it’s tolerable because this is pretty normal. 7/10 he makes them watch let’s plays together. His song

Ortho

Literally adores Ortho and would die for him. There’s not much to say beyond that. Sometimes Ortho helps them escape Idia’s rants about anime or whatever. Howl brings him gifts often and they vary from plushies to stickers n shit. 10/10 baby. His song

Malleus

He’s a little scary since he’s fae and they’re very careful about what they agree to, but overall they’re tentative friends. Howl invites him to shit that he honestly doesn’t need to be a part of, he comes whenever he remembers. There’s not a lot of trust between them but there is amusement in the fact that Howl has no regard to the whole ‘prince’ thing and is instead just concerned with the fact that he’s a faerie. Not even worried about the dragon part either, instead gushes over that. 8/10 howl get your shit together. His song

Lilia

They don’t talk much but Howl did try and help teach Lilia how to cook so there’s that. It worked a little bit but he could still burn air if he wanted. Generally just a little touch of fear and a lot of respect for what they assume is a vampire. 7/10 genuinely can’t tell if he’s undead or just a bat. His song /j

Silver

Mostly just pities him? Spends a lot of time quietly researching narcolepsy and curses since he seems miserable in his own life. Makes him a plush in the shape of a bat that can be rolled up so he has something to lay on in class. They don’t talk much, more of a distant observation thing. 6/10. His song

Sebek

Bullies Sebek. Like, not physically, but will totally make fun of him in class if he acts like an asshole. Started shit with him the same day they met Malleus because they were irreverent and Sebek was not having it. Howl doesn’t feel particular annoyance but does find a bit of joy in fucking with him. Tried not to go too far though. 3/10. His song

Crowley

That’s their real boss. Since they don’t work for Azul, they do a lot of his work instead, much like the ramshackle prefect would. Ends up being the one to go through housewardens proposals due to not being under Azul’s control, get pocket money from it. Ends up doing a lot of admin work unofficially. Thinks he’s a fucking idiot though. 4/10 thanks for the money bro but you’re dumb. His song.

Crewel

Favorite teacher, enjoys every moment of class. Despite getting yelled at or punished, they adore this twink. One of the only people on campus that they actually listen to and obey. Tries to get good grades. 8/10. His song

Trein

Second favorite teacher. They’re a big history nerd and learning anything and everything about twisted wonderland makes them so, so unbelievably happy. Almost as annoying as Azul in class. 9/10. His song

Vargas

Least favorite person in twisted wonderland as a whole. Hates PE, hates this meathead, wants to fight him every time he asks them to do something they can’t don’t want to. Refuses to just confess that they’re hypermobile and physical activity genuinely just fucking hurts, which causes problems in so, so many ways, and instead just acts like an asshole. Doesn’t mind him when not in class but it seems he doesn’t exactly like them either. 2/10 Jamil is better in their book. His song

Sam

Absolute vibe, they hangin out. Howl is a good customer because they refuse to eat anything they don’t buy themselves so they’re just constantly over there. Sometimes just comes in to hang out and stock shelves if they’re bored, Sam doesn’t care. 7/10 it’s all chill. His song

Bonus:

Ambrose Scrap

Fucking hates this guy, they’re gonna fight. You guys don’t know about him yet though so I guess we’ll get back to it. This is just to say, they’re not best besties ever. 0/10 hates him more than Jamil. His song

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shadowfaximpala · 7 years ago

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Immortals

(GIF not mine)

MASTERLIST

Part 3

Summary: Hidden in the shadows of your brother’s endless mistakes you wanted to finally feel something. An old enemy confides in you after various mishaps and you realise you have more in common than you thought.

Tags: Reader Insert, Female Reader, Winchester Sister, Series, Season 10 - 11, Eventual Smut

Relationship: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Drunk Driving, Fighting

Author’s Notes: I’m getting there with the updates! Time to start writing new chapters! I abandoned this story for so many reasons but I want to finish in light of recent episodes...

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Encounter

Fuming with outrage you sped down the highway in your customised 1969 Ford Mustang, if there was one thing you and Dean shared it was a love of classic cars, and she was a beast of a car. Darla was the name you had given her when your Dad purchased her for you after your first solo hunt, you killed a Vampire named Darla, you christened the Mustang after her as a trophy, back then it seemed like a cool thing to do... Too involved in your own little world you failed to see the figure in the middle of the roadway, adorned in a long black cloak carrying a Wicca basket.

“Fuck!” You noticed her at the last second and slammed on your breaks. Darla's wheels protested but came to an abrupt halt right before the stranger. Her hair was auburn, as bright and as deep as autumn orange, and she had a slim figure you’d kill for, hunting gave you a certain muscular physique, much like your brothers that meant you could take on monsters up close.

You wound the window down and yelled rudely. “Lady get out of the fucking road, are you crazy? Woah get your hands off my car!” You watched in horror as she placed both hands on the bonnet of your jet black motor, leaving dirty hand prints.

“Now that’s just plain rude!” The woman drawled in a thick Scottish accent. “You almost ran poor little me over and now you have the indecency to shout at me... And all I wanted to do was talk, F/N Winchester.” You were stunned to silence. Taking in her demeanour you knew exactly who she was; your brother’s had mentioned various encounters with the witch Rowena, but you had yet to encounter her... But what on earth she was doing in the middle of the road waiting for you at that precise moment perplexed you, she was obviously seeking you but to know where you would be at that precise moment was almost intimidating... Then again you’d come across stranger things. You shrugged off your thoughts and before you could say anything she had let herself in the passenger side of your car.

“What the- Where were you when they handed out manners?” You jested indignantly.

“I could ask you the same thing, dearie...” She gave you a smug grin and pressed on. “Now it’s come to my attention that you and your brothers have become a problem in my Son’s court.” She gave you a once over and her features twisted into a condescending frown. “You in particular.” She finished.

“Well you don’t beat around the bush do you; I thought we might get a coffee and chat?” You rolled your eyes sarcastically, starting your engine to pull into the side of the road before a truck ploughed into the back of Darla. You processed over the witch’s words carefully. “What do you mean by your son’s court anyway? We’re a problem in everyone’s court unless you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh I know that,” her voice lowered a tone. “But I couldn’t care less about who else you pose a problem for; you’re not distracting their King... Well you might be, in the case it would be easier for you to break to son’s heart. If he had one!” She was almost muttering to herself and cackled.

“Back up... I have no idea what you’re talking about, I don’t know who your son-” The penny finally dropped. Taking in her accent into consideration, her demeanour, the fact that you only knew one King at that moment.

“Ahh, I see those cogs in your head have finally clicked lass.”

“You’re Crowley’s mother?”

“You Winchester’s aren’t very smart.” She laid the insults on thick.

“Well I was about to say it explains a lot.” You cast her a cold glance, one which she practically beamed at.

“I can see why he’s so fond of you, you’re a fighter!”

“And you talk too much. You haven’t told me why exactly you’re here, to warn me off your son? Well I don’t think a human girl and the King of Hell can be besties now, do you?”

“Perhaps not, but a demon Winchester... What a shame that was, you had so much potential lass, and you threw it away no thanks to your brothers, meddling in affairs, yet again!” She expressed her anger through her hands, she was an intriguing woman to watch in any other circumstance, but she was practically confessing that she had involvement in the fate that almost became of you.

“You’re the reason I was abducted by the demon circus!” Rage consumed your voice and it became a primitive snarl.

“And the I would say you’re welcome, but well you know... They managed to make a pig’s ear of it. Bloody demons. Can you blame me? I'm only trying to make my son happy, he’s such a misery guts.” She feigned a pout and beamed again at you, patting her hand on your knee. “Now, I hope you don’t hold any grudges, but I must be going. Take this visit as a... Friendly warning.”

“With all due respect, I don’t think you’re in any position to be threatening me... I' sure you’re familiar with my family too and what they will do to you. Now kindly get the hell out of my car.” Your tone was laced in venom, low and threatening.

“With pleasure.” She beamed once more, popping open the passenger door and exiting the car, as she closed the door you sped off down the highway once more, one stop in mind.

~*~*~*~*

Business was not so booming in these parts anymore. You parked up and made a quick dash for the local bar. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes wafted through the air. You could sense everyone’s eyes on you, watching your demeanour, the way you moved confidently up to the bar.

“Whiskey, neat... Make it a double.” You ordered the barkeep. He proceeded to pour your drink.

“Rough day?” He asked. You nodded, and tossed the money on the counter.

It didn't take long until a token group of bikers came into the bar, at first they were quiet but after a few rounds they became a loud and obnoxious, each taking their turn to offer you a drink or make some repulsive comment in attempt to flatter you. One by one you sent them away. That was until one of them laid a hand on your thigh. Your blood boiled, anger took over into a blind rage and you sent the heavy set man tumbling, snapping a pool cue over your leg and offering him outside. He mopped up the blood from his cut lip with the back of his hand and shouted derogatory comments your way before scurrying off to his friends.

“You know, I find that such an attractive quality in a woman...” That English accent cut through your burning rage, your shoulders relaxed and you turned to face the new intruder on your privacy.

“Crowley...” You breathed a sigh of relief. It was only the King of Hell... What possible harm could come to you in his company?

“Drink?” He offered and you nodded. Of all the men that had offered you a drink that evening, Crowley was the only offer you had accepted, you somehow felt safe in his company. It was almost laughable at how contradictory that truly was, but there was a mutual understanding between your family and the King of Hell. Crowley always seemed to come down on the Winchester's side, intentional or not; he knew where he could place his bets.

He subsequently ordered himself a scotch on the rocks and a neat double whiskey for you. You were surprised he knew exactly what you were drinking, you wondered if he had been watching you for some time, or just eyed you as the type.

“How long have you been here?” You quizzed.

“Long enough to watch you handle yourself against those poor sods.” He took at seat at the bar and you propped yourself onto a bar stool next to him.

“Your mother paid me a visit by the way...” You sipped nonchalantly on your beverage, watching his eyebrow twitch out of the corner of your eye. ��She’s almost as charming as you,” you joked. You could see no hint of that humour transfer to Crowley.

“And what did she say?” He asked cautiously.

“What didn't she? That woman talks a lot.” That did earn you a smile. “She uh... Just warned me that my brothers and I are distracting you from doing your job, and she also mentioned the whole trying to turn me into a Demon... I'm not pointing fingers but she pretty much admitted she was responsible for planting that notion into your little friends’ heads.” You had no intention of telling him what she had mentioned about you being the biggest distraction, you didn't believe that part was true, you knew deep down Crowley was wary of your brothers and you more than anything.

“That bloody witch!” He cursed, balling his hands into a tightly clenched fist. “I had a feeling she was something to do with it.”

“She left a hex bag in my car too...” You laughed and threw the thing in your pocket onto the counter. Crowley picked it up and inspected it closely. “I don’t think your mom approves of me.”

“Funny, because she’s going through a lot of damn trouble to inconvenience you, usually she’d just kill you or curse you.” He cast you a quick glance and returned his attention to the hex bag before putting it in his suit pocket. “I think she likes you.” You cocked an eyebrow at him and let out a heavy laugh.

“She has a funny way of showing it!” Your eyebrows knitted together in a frown, much to your annoyance you knew it wouldn't be wise to get on her bad side.

“That’s what I tell myself every day.” Raising the glass of scotch to his lips you watched him out of the corner of your eye. You hated to admit it to yourself but whenever Crowley appeared in the midst of something, you always stole a quick glance at him, his well tailored suits and his presence. A man of confidence and power; it went against every fibre of your being, every ounce of hunter blood coursing through your veins screamed at you, told you he was a demon, that it was forbidden to feel anything but hatred. But time after time Crowley helped you, helped your brothers, he always broke the rules when it came to demonic relationships with humans. Your head began to swim, perhaps from the alcohol or the company but you shrugged it off, deciding to enjoy both while it lasted.

The both of you drank for a while longer, Crowley ordered in the rounds, eventually the bar was almost empty of souls and the sun had long set. The barkeep cast you both the occasional glance, smiling to himself as he continued to clean glasses and make the bar look tidy in case a band of merry men strode through the door looking to drink themselves into oblivion. The conversation flowed so well, you and Crowley always shared a twisted sense of humour, you both shared so much in common.

“So let me get this straight... Moose is your twin brother? You look nothing alike!” Crowley looked genuinely shocked that he had never found this information out sooner.

“Yep! I was born 15 minutes after, that makes him my older brother, yet we look totally different! Thank god!” You could finally feel the effects of the alcoholic spirits wearing down on you but you still had your senses.

“It’s just as well you don’t, I don’t think I’d enjoy our company as much...” He gave you a wicked grin, which you returned, pink staining your cheeks slightly. In a sober circumstance you probably would have deemed yourself delusional but you had a thing for throwing caution to the wind, yet another wonderful family trait.

“Is the King of Hell trying to flirt with me?” You cocked your head to the side a little trying to look naive.

“That depends, is it working?” His accent made him seem so nonchalant about it.

“Well, buy me another drink and we’ll find out.” Your grin turned into a dark smirk.

“Hell woman, you’ll drink the place dry.” His wry humour made him so much more attractive.

"Crowley?" You asked after a moment of silence. Your tone switched from lighthearted and flirty to serious in a click.

"Yes, love?" His expression changed with your tone.

"What does it feel like... to be a demon? All that blood in my veins... I felt, so angry, but so empty... Would you have been happy if they succeeded? I know Dean was a handful but maybe things could have been different with me..." You started to waffle on, but the demon before you put his hand up to interject.

"I was so angry when I found out what they had done, I went straight to your brothers for help. I don't want you to become like me, I have no virtue, I feel empty and cold inside. If you lose that then you wouldn't be you... You wouldn't be the woman I've grown so fon-"

Suddenly the door burst open, the offending bikers from earlier staggered back in, even more intoxicated than when they left. The large hairier one pointed to you. “That’s the bitch!” He bellowed. He made his way over to where you sere sat, slowly like a predator. You rolled your eyes, but inside you knew you were no match for several drunken men.

“Back for round two? Running off crying to your pals once not good enough? What's the matter did they say you had no dick so you're trying to overcompensate”? You tried to stall for time while you thought of an exit strategy.

“You have a big mouth girl!” His fist came flying towards you, you threw your hands to block but before he had landed a hit, a hand had wrapped around the biker’s wrist to stop him dead in his tracks.

“Didn't anyone ever tell you it’s wrong to hit a woman?” Crowley remained dangerously calm, but you knew the anger boiling up inside, you’d seen that dead stare so many times. “Tell your goons to back off or you’ll all regret it in the morning.” You knew just as well that he meant it.

“Who the fuck are you?” The heavily set man snarled.

“The King of Hell.” Crowley replied, the man burst out laughing hysterically. Snap. His arm was twisted in several places and almost severed clean off. Screams filled the air and the man clutched his flaccid arm in agony, the demon next to you took it a step further and thrust his heel into the back of the man's leg as he fell to the floor, breaking his leg to match his arm.

You hoped the others in his gang would get the sense to back down, but they all charged in, you dodged and ducked, throwing punches. One landed a fist to your forehead, you fell backwards into the pool table, snatching another cue off the blue cloth you wrapped it around a scrawny gang member’s head. It was like you were possessed, you couldn't see straight, red filled your vision and before you knew it you had snapped out the knife from your pocket, lunging it into the shoulder of another attacker. You raised it a second time, ready to bury it in the guy's chest. A firm grip wrapped around your dainty wrist, in an anger fuelled burst you swung around only to find a familiar demon keeping you from killing the man on the ground. His face was so close to your own, you could smell the whiskey on his breath, your vision darted from between his eyes to his lips as you took heavy breaths to calm down. Your senses slowly returning you dropped the knife, bodies moving closer, faces edging towards each other.

You closed your eyes and leaned in as he closed the gap, Crowley's lips ghosting over yours, testing the waters before everything you felt surfaced. The kiss deepened into a passionate and angry battle, Crowley clicked his fingers and the stirring gang members and the bar keep crashed to the floor, as if time had stopped.

Your hands roamed his body and his hands gripped at yours, trying to bring you even closer. He pushed you against the pool table firmly. Just as he clutched your shirt, ready to roll it up when you heard Crowley’s ring tone.

“Bollocks.” He muttered, breaking away from you. “If it’s important they’ll ring back...” He ignored it the first time, bringing his attention back to you, you hopped up onto the table, wrapping your legs around his waist as he laced kisses down your neck, tantalisingly slow and teasing, earning desperate whimpers as you edged him closer with your thighs.

The phone buzzed again. Crowley didn't seem too happy as he backed away from you, answering the call with an angry snap of “What the bloody hell do you want, This better be damned important I'm in the middle of something...” You giggled at his mannerisms.

His face changed from anger to a cool and calm exterior as he muttered acknowledgements over the phone. That dangerous edge to him returning.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” He put the phone down and shoved it unhappily in his pocket.

“Arseholes. Only ever need my help at the most inconvenient time” He fussed. You watched him closely now, not sure how to assess the situation after you just had your thighs wrapped around the King of Hell, ready to do oh so much more...

“I have to go love, Hell calls.” He actually looked apologetic. You nodded.

“Rain check...” You laughed nervously. He glanced you up and down, smirking.

“Definitely.” He clicked his fingers and disappeared. The bar remained quiet, you tiptoed over the battered and bruised biker gang out the bar and over to Darla.

You propped open the door and sat down, opening the glove box to find a spare knife to strap to your belt since you left your other one abandoned on the floor of the bar with the now stirring men. You were surprised to see an elegant red rose carefully placed in there, its thorns tucked under an envelope, which was probably a speeding ticket.

You picked it up and fastened it into the top pocket of your jacket, absent of mind and smiling like a wicked cat. Putting the keys into the ignition she purred to life, you set your satellite navigation back to the bunker, not that you needed it but you enjoyed knowing your way back home after you had ingested too much alcohol and probably shouldn't be driving right this second but you had always managed to get home safe and sound and never wrapped Darla around a tree, you had been in far worse states than the one you were in now, besides you had already had some sobering shocks back to your senses...

Your mind began flashing back to everything that happened in the bar, your heart skipped a beat when you remembered the feel of Crowley's lips on yours, the press of his body against your own, fitting perfectly together. With all highs, there come considerable lows as anxiety flashed in the back of your mind growing with each passing second to the forefront of your cognitive activity; the thought of your brothers finding out what had transpired... It would most certainly kill them, Dean would hunt Crowley to the ends of the earth and to the depths of hell for revenge. You took deep and calming breaths, your brothers didn't have to know. After all, they kept secrets from you, far worse ones at that. With a long sigh you took your foot off the clutch and began the process of driving home slowly.

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