#riotcrow

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riotcrow- Demon!Riot, Human!Crowley, Crowley serenades her outside her bedroom window.

It took him a while to decide which song might be best to sing outside the Demon Queen's apartment window and once he had the song, it wasn't easy climbing up all the fire escapes to sit outside her bedroom window. 

This had been a dare, he felt obliged to remind himself, a dare from stupid, stupid Gabriel. Why the two of them remained friends, Crowley could never say. Perhaps it was because being friends with a chocolatier had its perks; he did have Gabe to thank for the box of chocolates in his hand. He took in a deep breath, turned on his iPhone to the appropriate track, and sang along. 

That old black magic has me in its spell, that old black magic that you weave so well. 

It didn't take her long to appear. 

"You're an idiot, Crowley," she said, though not unkindly. There was a hint of a smile on her face. "I think I might've liked you better before you were mooning over me. Now it's far too easy."

His heart sank a little. Small as it was, it still had the potential to break. But instead of pushing him off the fire escape to his death, she opened the window wide enough for him to crawl through. Sinatra was still playing in the background when she kissed him.  

And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and round I go in a spin, loving the spin I'm in, under that old black magic called love. 

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I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP. Demon!Riot/human!Crowley "At any time, an invitation you can't decline...Well versed in etiquette. Extraordinarily nice. She's a killer queen, gunpowder, guillotine; dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind any time...Drop of a hat she's as willing, as playful as a pussy cat, then momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas to absolutely drive you wild, wild. She's all out to get you"

At any time, an invitation you can't decline...Well versed in etiquette. Extraordinarily nice.

When Crowley got an embossed invitation to tea from Riot, he didn’t know what to expect. She greeted him warmly, kisses on both cheeks. She wore what looked like a child’s party dress. They sipped tea from lavender colored cups and of course, there were cookies galore, which she was nice enough to even offer to him.

She's a killer queen, gunpowder, guillotine; dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind any time...

He was suspicious to say the least. After all, they had but three days ago finally decided to fuck and here she was, sipping tea with her pinky out and pretending as though they hadn’t seen each other naked. He had seen her in her rawest, most animalistic form, with blood-drenched clothes and skin and flesh between her teeth. He knew what she was capable of.

Drop of a hat she's as willing, as playful as a pussy cat, then momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas to absolutely drive you wild, wild. She's all out to get you.

“You have a bigger cock than I imagined,” she said casually and he nearly spit out his tea. There was the Riot he knew, the Riot that, in his twisted, hardly used heart, he could probably say that he loved. She smirked and he wanted to hate himself for how he let her play with him. Instead, he reached for cookie without a word. She already knew she had won. 

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Riotcrow (Demon Queen!Riot/Human!Crowley) "Gonna take her out, she's my latest attraction. Gonna hang around, wanna get a reaction. Gonna take you home, 'cause she's over-romancing. Don't wanna hold hands or talk about our little plans. Cold, hard bitch, just a kiss on the lips and I was on my knees."

Gonna take her out, she’s my latest attraction. Gonna hang around, wanna get a reaction.

“You’re not serious, are you?” “Listen, you little twat—” “Language, love,” she said with a thin lipped smile that would curdle any other man’s blood.

“What’s wrong with me taking you out on a date? I’m bloody attractive!” “All these little British phrases aren’t doing anything to impress me.” But in the end, Riot, Queen of Hell, agreed to go out with Crowley.

Gonna take you home, 'cause she's over-romancing. Don't wanna hold hands or talk about our little plans.

The date had started out in a bar but after a few drinks, the two of them didn’t want to dance around the fact that they were both eager to sleep together. “Come on, love, show me what you can do,” she whispered into his ear, unabashedly palming his crotch and this was not the type of thing one did on the Upper West Side so for the sake of decorum, he hailed a cab to his apartment.

Cold, hard bitch, just a kiss on the lips and I was on my knees.

She kissed him with teeth rather than tongue, biting down on his lip until it bruised and threatened to bleed. “Like it rough, kitten?” He ventured. She laughed. “Oh, you have no idea.” With a snap of her fingers, she was on the edge of the bed and he was kneeling in front of her spread legs. “Now don’t disappoint,” she said, gripping his hair tightly, leading him to his destination and he should’ve known that sex with the Demon Queen was going to be about her pleasure over his. But he was between her legs so how could he possibly complain? 

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Riot/Crowley (Demon Queen of Hell!Riot, Human!Crowley) | Primadonna girl/All I ever wanted was the world/Get what I want 'cause I ask for it/Not because I'm really that deserving of it/I know that I've got a big ego/I really don't know why it's such a big deal though/Going up going down/Anything for the crown

Primadonna girl, all I ever wanted was the world.

He didn’t know where he had gone wrong. He never had too much trouble with women. He was attractive in his way and the accent made him all the more desirable. But here he was, right hand man to the bloody Queen of Hell and somewhat in love with her. It didn’t really bother him that she wanted to steal (“Not steal, love, bargain.”) the souls of everyone on Earth. Maybe that’s where he went wrong.

Get what I want ‘cause I ask for it, not because I’m really that deserving of it.

He thought his job would be more of a consulting kind of thing, but she usually demanded him to get her tea and cookies at all hours of the day and night. He didn’t figure demons ate anything, let alone cookies. Yet he did as he was told because surprisingly, working for Hell came with a cushy paycheck and because he did value his life, after all.

I know that I’ve got a big ego. I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal though.

She came into the office as late as she pleased, leaving him to fish for excuses to feed to executives (who all happened to be demons). Her wardrobe was something out of a Japanese fashion magazine; she dressed like a twisted version of Humbert’s Lolita. She could talk about herself for hours and he was paid to listen. That and the fact she could tear him to pieces shut him up.

Going up, going down, anything for the crown.

One day, though, she came into the office, clothing torn, blue eyes blazing red, blood dripping from her hands and mouth. “What happened to you?” “Anything to keep the crown, love,” she said, waving off his concern. “I’m going to need you to get me towels and a change of clothes.” He nodded and hurried off. 

[sharkmovietrashqueen]

since i think it's fun to piss riot off too can you write some more of demon-riot and human-crowley?

(Guest-starring: Human!Gabriel.  Also, it wasn't specified if this should be a 3-sentence prompt, so I maybe went a little overboard, so sue me.)

She's pacing her office, when Crowley knocks on the door.

"Get in here!" she snarls at him, and his eyes widen as hers flash black.  "What the hell took you so long?"

He doesn't ask what's got her so riled up, just sits there, watching as she paces, and hopes that she remembers that he's only human, and can't exactly defend himself if things start flying.

Finally, she stops pacing, and throws herself into the chair behind her desk, and pours herself a glass of gin.  She doesn't offer him any, and she tosses it back like it's water.

There's dead silence, and then, finally, Riot speaks up.

"Do you know what that idiot PR man did now?" she snaps.

(Crowley doesn't even have to ask who she's talking about.  It's Gabriel.  It's always Gabriel, and he's honestly a little surprised that man's survived this long.  Office gossip chalks up his not-dead status to him bribing Riot with large amounts of lollipops and sex, but Crowley likes to think that he can rule out the sex.)

Riot's waiting for an answer.

"I'm sure I don't know, darling." he tells her, even though he knows perfectly well what Gabriel's done to notch up her blood pressure this time.

"He's gone and told the press that we're making a line of candy lingerie!"

He shrugs.  "Nothing wrong with that.  Gives them a bit of a thrill, imagining, doesn't it?"

She glares.

He smirks.

"The way I see it, love, you've got a problem.  And I can fix it." he says, voice all silk and smooth and demonic.

(He's learned from the best, after all.)

Her eyes flash black again.  "Oh, you little weasel." she growls at him.

The smirk stays firmly in place, if only for the fact that working in a predominantly demon-run company has given him a spectacular poker face.

"...fine." she finally relents, glare as set as his smirk.

"Well, here's what you do, darling- ah.  But first, let's promise to kiss and make up, shall we?  Don't want to have to worry about your mutts coming to rip me apart."

[sharkmovietrashqueen]

if you're still doing ficlet requests, can you do some riot/crowley set to the song smoke without fire by duffy? i feel like it describes them very well.

It doesn't really matter to Riot, what the demon minions gossip about her and Crowley- he's going to get bored, soon, he's going to move on, she's going to be tossed to the side, she was only human, after all.

Riot kind of agreed with them.

Crowley just smirks, hard and possessive, when he hears them, but when he kisses her later, she feels like she's kissing someone who's already gone.

[sharkmovietrashqueen]

Gary, Riflepoison, and Riotcrow; Monster Prom. :'3

RIOT NO RIOT STOP OH MY GOD

Gary- The first time they bump into each other, Mary assumes it's an accident- the store's kind of crowded, and it's entirely reasonable that he knocked into her for no particular ulterior motive.

The second time, he cops a feel, and she hits him with her handbag.

"Woah, been working out, sweetcheeks?" he says, smirking, and rubbing his jaw, "My name's Gabe, we should go out sometime."

Riflepoison- "For the last damn time," Dean says in his 'I am being incredibly serious right now pay attention to me' voice, "you are not coming with us."

Cyanide frowns at him and says, "One little problem.  I am coming with you, because that thing is in my apartment."

Sam just sits back and snickers, and wishes he'd had the forethought to bring a video camera, because he knew a bunch of people who'd pay good money to see the Dean Winchester lose an argument to a feisty girl.

Riotcrow Monster Prom- "Darling, you are wasted on these dunces." Crowley tells her, before whisking her away from her group, where Gabe and Skeledean were making boner jokes.

The vamp smirks at her, and she smirks back, because it's nice to be dancing with someone at prom, even if it isn't the someone she'd have chosen to dance with at prom.

"Huh, who's the tart with the dog?" Crowley asks, "She looks like a half wrapped Christmas gift.  He must love that."

[sharkmovietrashqueen]

RiotCrow is Riot was the demon and Crowley the human.

Crowley'd always thought his assistant was a demon- she's feisty and mean and snarky and just a little bit more than he can handle but he tries to anyway.

He did not, however, think that she was a literal demon- "What next?" he asks in exasperation,when she tells him, "I suppose Gabriel's an angel, now?"

She smirks, and her eyes flash black- he shivers- "Got it in one, lover-boy."