Multifandom One Shots

Crowley [1]

Demons do not feel. They do not care. They do not love. It was the natural order. They were born as humans and fell to Hell before being corrupted into something twisted and disgusting, something dark, the blackness to Heaven's light. Once, he had been like that. The world was seen in his own selfish way and he had cared about nothing but himself and his claim to the throne. He hadn't wanted anyone to stand beside him. Then the Winchesters had come close to curing him of his demonic soul and he met someone he had instinctively felt drawn towards. Naturally, Crowley had come attached to someone whose darkness was as deep and as his own. Only their inner demons were even worse.

Once upon a time, Damon had not known what he was. He had always known he was different, a freak, but it was not until he watched his parents die in a house fire at age nine did he realize how different he really was. He watched his family die and he had stood there without a care. He remembered how warm the fire had been as he slipped out the front door without waking his sleeping parents. He remembered wondering if the curtains would light up if he used his father's matches. He remembered meeting his first hunter and being trained to kill evil, all the while having that same darkness in himself. At age eighteen, it came to full light. The hunter that had once loved him had died and Damon didn't have the ability to care, even if he remembered missing him.

When he was young, Damon wondered why he had felt so distant to his father. Upon Lucifer rising, he found out why. Forced into Hell by demons, Damon was told that he was not human at all. His father, his true father, had been a demon. He was a Cambion. He was a mistake and against the very nature of man. Apart of him was good, the part he got from his mother, but the stronger part of him was what he got from the demon that had possessed the man that Damon grew up calling 'Dad'. Sometimes he felt that humanity, but it was so easy to give in to that darkness. Sometimes he didn't try to stop it but other times, he thought of how much pain he had caused the people he came across and hated himself for having been the reason. Guilt would claw it's way up to his heart and his confliction caused a nasty reality to fall upon him. That reality was named Damian.

Years had passed since then and Damon found himself forming an attachment to the King of Hell—Crowley was something he had never thought he needed. The demon's company was something he sought out, something he began to crave and he enjoyed himself when they were together. The King gave him free reign of Hell, calling the half-breed his lucky charm, because Damon knew how to pull off a demon deal without needing to try and manipulate the same way a normal demon would. He just had to flash the customer his adorable, innocent puppy dog eyes and they were putty in his hands. His confliction of his souls had ultimately made him something else entirely. His humanity was Damon but his demonic side had formed a name of his own—Damian.

"I'm boooooooored!" He grumbled as he sat on the chair with his legs in the air, kicking at nothing as he watched his lover looking over a large stack of papers.

"Hang on, you idiot. We'll do something after I'm done." Crowley didn't even look at him.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're beginning to bore me, Crowley."

"Then find yourself another boyfriend." He said absently.

Running his eyes up and down his lover, Damian smirked. "Perhaps I shall."

Crowley finally looked to him but Damian saw the amusement staring back at him. "We both know that's not going to happen, love. I'm the best your little crossbreed heart can handle."

Damian threw his weight forwards and he jumped onto his feet, a wicked smirk on his lips, his thick dark hair making Crowley want to run his fingers through it. It was always so untamed and it always made him want to do naughty things to his lover. "Is that a challenge?" He wiggled his eyebrows, as if awaiting for permission to do something he knew Damon would later regret.