Hello, darling. Name's Amanda.

Holy Hell. Mom. Eternal Optimist. Devil's Advocate. Prophet. Trickster's daughter. Hufflepuff. Greyjoy. They just told me to get up there and cause trouble.

My daughter is the Princess of Hell.

One day, I met Mark Sheppard and it was the single greatest moment of my life. Our eyes locked across the table and he stole my M&Ms.

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OT3: Assholes with a Reputation 

Art by Kadabbs

                Crowley enjoyed making himself a drink after a busy day. He liked slicing the lemon and the fresh smell that filled the air. He liked the sound of clinking ice in the glass; the satisfying splash of really excellent scotch being poured. In fact, he enjoyed it so much that he was making a point for drawing it out as long as possible. Crowley felt that he deserved it after the day he had. Ambling over to the couch, he sat down with a sigh and propped his feet up on the coffee table. He took a sip and smiled. Nothing could beat a quiet evening at home.

                “Crowley!”

                He picked the remote up off the arm of the couch and flipped on the television.

                “Crowley, this isn’t funny anymore!”

                The demon turned the volume up.

                “CROWLEY!”

                Finally, he stood up and walked into the foyer, glass still in hand. He stopped and patted his hellhound on the head. The hound was staring intently at the ceiling and growling. Crowley looked up to the ceiling and the chandelier.  He took another drink.

                “Oh come on! Call the dog off, okay?”

                Clinging to the chandelier and looking slightly worse for wear was Gabriel. The demon had to work to hide his amusement.

                “What? An archangel scared by a hellhound? That’s like a bear being treed by a Chihuahua.”

                “You’re the one who put up Enochian sigils all over the place!” Gabriel waved his hands causing the chandelier to swing precariously. “I can’t go anywhere!”

                “How did you get up there, then?” Crowley scoffed. “Besides you’re the one who keeps breaking into my house uninvited.”

                “So this is how you treat your guests?” The angel looked slightly offended.

                “’Guest’ is a strong word.”

                Gabriel shifted on his perch and the chandelier tipped to one side almost causing him to lose his grip. If he hadn’t been sure that Gabriel wouldn’t hurt himself and slightly annoyed that he might break another fixture in his home, Crowley might have been concerned. That only served to further irritate him.

                “Just let me down. Please.”  He looked completely pitiful. Crowley rolled his eyes. For whatever reason as much as Gabriel frustrated him, he never felt honestly angry with the angel. He whistled sharply.

                “Azzy! Outside now, boy!” The hellhound padded away with one final growl at Gabriel who gave a relieved sigh. He swung his legs down and then let himself hang for a moment. Crowley felt a sudden rush of worry and he told himself it was for the chandelier. “Don’t break anything!”

                Gabriel dropped to the ground in front of Crowley, a huge grin on his face. “That was kind of fun!”

                “You’re insufferable.”

                “Nah, you like it.”

                “Hardly.” Crowley drained the last of his drink. The ice had melted making it watery but he was glad to have something to distract him. Gabriel watched him with a raised eyebrow and a satisfied grin.

                “Your dog ripped my pants,” he said, looking down. Crowley followed his gaze.

                “And?”

                “I need new pants.”

                Crowley groaned. “What am I supposed to do about that?”

                “Let me borrow some. Or I could just hang around in my boxers.” Gabriel’s hands were at the waist of his pants.

                “No! You can have a pair of mine, you over-grown child with wings.” Without waiting to see if Gabriel was following, he headed towards the bedroom. He had the feeling he really was going to regret this.

                “I knew I’d get into your pants sooner or later…”

                Yes. He was definitely going to regret this.