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Round Four IS CLOSED

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Round Four: Closed

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Supernatural crossover, Crowley takes an interest in young!Harry and hangs around him all his life

(Anonymous) 2011-12-29 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
Crowely is a demon from the show Supernatural. Before he becomes King of Hell, his speciality was to trick people into selling him their souls in exchange of granting their wishes. He is particularly interested in strong souls of strong, gifted people.

So I was thinking that maybe he could have noticed Harry since he was young at Justin's. Crowley is convinced that this little wizard will fall one day - he may be strong, he will take one, two, a hundred hard blows, but in the end, something unbearable will happen and Harry will sell him his soul.
So he hangs around with Harry all his life. He appears randomly, has dinner or goes monster-hunting with him(kills three birds with one stone : he streachs his legs outside hell, Harry is fun to be around, and he ends up liking the demon so it will be easier to tempt him).
From Harry's POV, Crowley has been around him for so long (since he is a kid, really, before Lea, or Eb, or the white council) that he becomes a comfy constant in his life and someone who helps him sometimes when the demon is bored.
What I would like to see is the horrified reactions of Harry's friends when during a crisis/apocalypse, Crowley appears to ask for help/offers his help, they realize Harry is all cosy and makes private jokes with the demon - because they realize Harry is a much darker person than they thought.

Re: Supernatural crossover, Crowley takes an interest in young!Harry and hangs around him all his li

(Anonymous) 2011-12-29 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooh. Seconded. I just imagine kid Harry thinking, yeah okay, Justin summoned a demon... but he doesn't seem worried about it and hey! Cool accent! Then once Harry's all grown up his brain's been conditioned to see Crowley=Friend/Ally. And in Full Moon Harry didn't seem all that upset about summoning Chauncy for a little information. Want to bet Crowley's the one who gave him the guy's name?

"Oh, and kid, if you ever want to get in touch, cause a little mayhem, maybe storm a castle... here's Chauncy's Name. He'll get me the message. Eventually. What? You thought I'd tell you MY name? Sorry, Har, I like you, I do, but I didn't get to be King of the Crossroads by NOT being a paranoid ass."

Re: Supernatural crossover, Crowley takes an interest in young!Harry and hangs around him all his li

(Anonymous) 2011-12-30 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
This is awesome.

In my head I see Creepy-father-figure!Crowley being protective and proud of Harry when he grows up. Hey! the kid is going to be his right hand once he goes to hell and becomes a demon, see how well he chose! He already sets fire on everything like a cute little devil! Oh, Harry! *demonic hug*

And remember? In season 5, the apocalypse is supposed to begin in Chicago!!! Crowley would totally have made Dean meet Harry : "Unlike you mud-monkey, this wizard has a functionning brain. Harry, sweet-heart, make the apocalypse stop! Or our playground will disappear in a BANG!" Then Harry and Crowley (and the Winchester) save the world sigle-handedly and Dean and the Harry Gang are all "WTF?!"

Re: Supernatural crossover, Crowley takes an interest in young!Harry and hangs around him all his li

(Anonymous) 2011-12-30 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. Apart of the incredible crack-potential of this prompt, it also contains some serious elements. If he was partly raised by Crowley as a father figure, Harry could be much darker than he is. Unlike the Good Omens character, Supernatural!Crowley is very much a serious villain whose hobbies are to trick humans in horrifying deals and to torture other supernatural creatures, including fellow demons. Harry would definitely be far less respectful of human life and could share the demons' view of the vanilla mortals and less powerful creatures as inferior beings.

(I don't know why, I picture Crowley tucking teen!Harry in bed and singing lullabies - only he does it the demon way : "Sleep soundly, lalala, drinking blood and breaking bones, sleep safely, lalala, eating flesh and sewing mouths")

Re: Supernatural crossover, Crowley takes an interest in young!Harry and hangs around him all his li

(Anonymous) 2011-12-31 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, yes. Crowley doesn't mind getting his hands a little (lot) dirty, but remember what he did after taking over Hell in season 6? He turned it into one never ending waiting line. I don't see Crowley as the kind of demon who embraces violence for violence's sake. It has a time and place, can be fun, but also gets old after a while.

(Also, the lullaby? The idea of Crowley picking out random words and just adding 'lalala' in has me rolling.)

Re: Supernatural crossover, Crowley takes an interest in young!Harry and hangs around him all his li

(Anonymous) 2011-12-30 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
THIS. This times a thousand. By the time Harry meets Marcone, he'd be so business savvy, I just can't even. MARVELOUS~

In a screwy way, the title "King of the Crossroads", to those who don't know any better, could imply that Crowley is "King of Hell" or AKA Lucifer (of course he isn't really Lucifer!). But I see people getting the titles confused and jumping to the conclusion that Crowley is Lucifer, and Crowley letting them believe that. ("I never said I was Lucifer; you did.")

And with that said, I see lots of panicking. *mumbles*

This prompt is rather ~plotty~, but it's so amazing there are just no words to describe it. @.@ I have no skill and could do this no justice, bwah. (I know: how lame of me, yeah?) I really hope someone fills. D:

Re: Supernatural crossover, Crowley takes an interest in young!Harry and hangs around him all his li

(Anonymous) 2011-12-30 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Dude, you mentioned Marcone in the context of Crowley as a father-figure to Harry and now all I'm seeing are DADDY ISSUES. DADDY ISSUES AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE! LAWLZ

Re: Supernatural crossover, Crowley takes an interest in young!Harry and hangs around him all his li

(Anonymous) 2011-12-30 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
That shouldn't have made me laugh as hard I did.


I have no idea what Crowley and Marcone meeting would look like, but I'm sure it would be most interesting. *A*

OH. Oh lord, Business Slap Fight. I can see it now.

"Ah ah ah, I don't think so. Find another wizard, Johnny boy. This one is mine."
"He isn't yours until he says yes, Mr. Crowley."

I'll just be going now, yeah

Re: Supernatural crossover, Crowley takes an interest in young!Harry and hangs around him all his li

(Anonymous) 2011-12-31 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Meanwhile, oblivious Harry is oblivious in the background, burning down Enemy-of-the-Month's (AKA Crowley's competition) headquarters.

Re: SPN crossover, Crowley&Harry - MINI FILL

(Anonymous) 2012-01-01 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
I know this is a mini-fill, but maybe this inspires/urges someone to write something better (and bigger). D:' <3 OP, I hope you like/don't mind. Mistakes are my own. x_x

Warning: character death (?)


The house was on fire, and it wasn’t my fault.

Justin was dead. Elaine was dead. Dead from a collapsing beam, of all the things.

Thankfully, she went quickly. Justin... not so much.

“At least Winston is happy,” I rasped, watching the flames rise higher and slowly consume what was left standing of my “home”. My tears, however many there were, were all dried and gone. My eyes burned, my throat was tight and my chest ached terribly.

It’s from the ash, okay? Don’t... don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Because they’re liars.

Quietly, Bob peered up at me, checking me for damage and though I couldn’t see Winston, I felt him. He was a warm, strong presence against my side; guarding me. Protecting me.

I reached out blindly for him, feeling for his fur. It was dry and rough and smelled like smoke and rotten eggs, but it comforted me.

More so than Justin ever did.

It was Bob who finally broke the silence. “Crowley’s waiting for us, Boss... You remember where we're suppose to go, right?”

Right. Uncle Crowley. Funny, that a demon is more decent to me than my actual guardians, isn’t it?

“Hilarious,” I whispered, fingers twisting in coarse strands.

Winston made an unhappy chuffing sound, nudged me and...

And I breathed.

“Let’s go find us a crossroad, buddy.”
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Re: SPN crossover, Crowley&Harry - MINI FILL

[personal profile] peppymint1986 2012-01-01 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Giggles, just had this vision of a wide-eyed Gard reaching for her ax before Harry gets between them. Yes, I know humans can't see the hounds but Harry has other means.

"Whoa Winston. Sit. Heel." Meanwhile Gard is seriously questioning Dresden's sanity as he pets the large hellhound.

Re: SPN crossover, Crowley&Harry - MINI FILL

(Anonymous) 2012-01-01 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
*___* (stary eyes)

You made Crowley give Harry a hell hound pet. A HELL HOUND PET.
Marry me, anon.

And the bit about Uncle Crowley being nicer and more sincere than Harry's human guardians was great. If Harry knows about crossroads, he knows about the conditions of deals - Crowley didn't sugar-coat anything.

Then Harry is going to sell his soul and be badass and he will become a demon after he dies and he is going to set the Hell on fire and make Crowley so PROUD (I mean, even more on fire than usual. Ahem.)

Re: SPN crossover, Crowley&Harry - MINI FILL

(Anonymous) 2012-01-01 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
B'awww gaint killer death puppy is concerned!

Re: SPN crossover, Crowley&Harry - MINI FILL

(Anonymous) 2012-01-10 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Winston. Named after Winston Churchill, perhaps? Would you mind if I used him in my own future fills?

Different author, Different Mini-fill

(Anonymous) 2012-01-06 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Characters: Harry, Justin, Random Crossroad Demon, Crowley, Growley
Pairings/Kinks: None. Warnings: None.

The first time I met Crowley, I was four foot nothing and confused. We, that is me and my new foster father Justin, had driven an hour out from the house, along these old bumpy dirt roads, with the promise of magic at the other end. At the time I had been living with the man a month and had seen things that left me thirsty for more. Justin had even taught me a simple levitation spell, if only to shut me up. It worked. I had been too busy trying to float pencils to bother him.

Standing in the middle of a four-way intersection, I was expecting lights. Smoke. Maybe mirrors (Dad always said you could never go wrong with a few well placed mirrors). I was not expecting Justin-the-Wizard to try out his impression of gardener, plant a box filled with old dust, bits of bone, and a bad picture of me. He then filled in the hole, stepped back, and checked his watch. During the entire process I hadn't felt a thing. Back at the house, when he did his magic stuff, I usually felt something. Static in the air, or a drop in temperature, but outside at the crossroads there was nothing but the moon and stars in the night sky. Not even a cricket chirp. Somehow, the fact that I couldn't pick up on anything made it all worse.

I would have suggested going home, the ritual clearly failed, but then a voice that oozed called out from behind us. "Oh-ho. A wizard. Two. Not often we get a ring from your kind."

I now know demons love to pop up behind people. You could be standing with your back pressed to a wall and still they would find a way to do it. Knowing doesn't make it any less creepy, though.

"I wish to speak to Crowley, not one of his whores." Justin fired off his response with his usual holier-than-thou attitude. Despite the insult, the woman in the slinky red dress just smiled, amused, as he continued with his demands. "You shall fetch him."

"Sorry, hon. Deals don't work like that." She shrugged, flipping her blonde hair, and licked her lips. "Besides, even if I wanted to Crowley runs the UK branch. All you're going to get here is us down-home southern gals."

There was nothing down-home about her, and as her eyes clouded over in a red to match her dress I stepped behind Justin, putting him between me and the not-woman. The air had begun to smell like bad-eggs and smoke. Justin simply glared at her out of the corner of his eye, all but turning his back, dismissing the danger she represented. "I won't ask again. Get. Me. Crowley."

In hindsight, if I hadn't been so busy hiding behind his legs and staring anywhere but at them, I would have seen his eyes go black. Not all the bad smells were from the woman, and the magic crackling didn't feel anything like the little levitation cantrip.

"Sorry, precious, ain't in the cards. You can deal with me or-"

Justin hadn't waited for her to finish. He moved his hands, quick flicks of the wrist accompanied by a smattering of crisp latin, and the hard packed earth beneath her flew up as though someone had set off a small charge. When the dust cleared the ruby-eyed woman stood, shaking in rage, in the middle of freshly carved pentagram. Weird little squiggles outlined it, and a stylized scorpion lay dead center. This, I knew, Justin had been practicing for two weeks. On concrete. Doing so on the unpaved road was a piece of pie.

"Devil's trap. How droll." The woman spar, though she made no further attempts to advance. "What do you plan to do? Hold me hostage? The only one you'll be hurting is this lovely little college co-ed." She ran her -or not her's, I guessed- hand's over her body. Gesturing and shaking her hips in a motion that both taunted and promised.

Justin smiled at her, the same smile she'd gifted us with when she first arrived. It scared me, but I only hesitated a second before clutching the edge of Justin's coat and all but pressing into his leg. At least Justin was human. He had an obligation to me, I suppose. She didn't. She looked like she wanted to rip off our heads and use them as stocking suffers.

"Just the opposite." Justin told her. Then he reminded her that he wanted Crowley -not Lilith, not Frederick, not Azoroth, Azazel, or Almagadon- and started reciting even more Latin I didn't understand. Black oil dripped from the blonde woman's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. She hit the dirt as if struck, coughing and keening in pain. Every time the black stuff leaking from her body touched dirt the ground smoked and ashed. And I couldn't look away. Maybe that says something about me.

Eventually, the black pouring out of her body turned a pinkish-red, like diluted blood, and she collapsed. Ashes fluttered around her weak and gasping body as her chest moved, struggling to breathe. Wounds were opening up all along her arms and chest, damping the dress.

"Get back to the car, Harry. I'll take care of this."

"But, she's hurt..." And just moments ago I'd been more scared than I'd ever thought possible, but now soft brown, pleading eyes were staring sightlessly past me.

"Back to the car!"

I went back to the car. I curled up in the back seat, and closed my eyes, pressing my hands to my ears. I don't remember the drive home, or being sent to bed. What I do remember is waking up the next day and grabbing a dirt bike. It took a while, but I found the intersection, and at the same time found nothing. No body. No box. No devil's trap. I thought I might have dreamed the whole thing.

Then, a fortnight later, it was raining and there was a knock on the door. Justin was in his lab, unable to hear it, so I opened the door and peered out to see a heavier-side-of-healthy gentleman standing boredly under the eve, though that look vanished as he noticed me. There was a drinking glass in his hand, with ice, but when I looked past him I couldn't see a car. There was, however, something. Rain slid off an invisible shape crouched on the lawn. The smiled at me, the barest line of white teeth, but unlike other smiles I'd recently been exposed to his eyes were in on the joke. He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't mind her, kid. I'm Crowley, is your Master in?"

Re: Different author, Different Mini-fill

(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
oh wow, that's great. Justin is arguably creepier than Crowley, of course Harry would rather like him...
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Re: Different author, Different Mini-fill

[identity profile] vanacorien.livejournal.com 2012-01-11 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
ooh so aweosme! More please?

Devil on My Shoulder 2/?

(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Birthday Blues"

Characters: Harry, Crowley. Mentions of Elaine and Justin.
Pairings/Kinks: None. Warnings: None.

"So. What's a young, healthy, nubile troublemaker like you doing inside on such a fine night as this?" Uncle Crowley asked in his familiar British drawl, the ice in his seemingly ever-present glass clinking as he swirled the contents. He was a demon, had been for as long as I knew him, and logically I should be upset about the way he melted out of thin air past layers of wards that made Justin's house the supernatural equivalent of Fort Knox. I couldn't stop the tiny grin that pulled at my cheeks. Sure, he was a demon, but he was Crowley. Uncle Crowley. I tore my attention away from my assigned homework and glanced up. He was smiling at me like we were sharing a joke. That same lazy smile would turn into something spiteful when focused on Justin, mocking, but with me it was inclusive.

"Hey, Uncle Crowley." I closed my notebook and stuffed it under the pillow.

The demon, as Elaine was so fond of pointing out in a hushed tone, dropped onto my bed and ruffled my hair. I batted away the offending hand -I was thirteen now, dammit, not a little kid- and wrinkled my nose. Uncle Crowley was going to get sulfur all over my blankets. Worse than dew-drops shedding pixie-dust, I swear. "Didn't answer the question, kid."

I rolled onto my back and stretched, which was not an easy feat when my twin bed was mostly occupied and I was going through a growth spurt. I tried to pull off disinterest. Apathy. Cool. I didn't want to go out with all the other kids. I didn't want to dress up. Really. Maybe if I said it enough times it would be true. I rolled my eyes and tucked my arms beneath my head. "It's a stupid pagan tradition that has been raped and pillaged by the white capitalist culture to force ignorant masses to spend ungodly amounts on sugar and sweets. No self-respecting wizard would dignify the night with his presence."

Crowley arched an eyebrow at me, smile deepening. "There's no way you came up with that on your own."

"Well, no. But it's true."

"Right. Well." He flicked his wrists and adjusted his cuffs - I don't know where his drinking glass went, but that was the mark of every great magician. "Your Master's got the right of it, certainly, Halloween itself is a crock of shit, but that's not what I meant. It is your birthday, isn't it? The time for friends and, uh, maybe not family in your case, to get together and celebrate the fact you haven't kicked it yet, yeah?"

Crowley made vague gestures as he spoke. I hadn't even realized he even knew when my birthday was, and I felt my cheeks heat. My dad had always managed to set aside time for me -even if the Halloween season was one of his heaviest- but Justin didn't. I think he knew about my birthday in the abstract sense, like how you know the sky is blue and water is wet, but in the few years I'd spent with him he never said happy birthday. As far as I knew he treated Elaine the same way.

I shrugged, turning away to hide my burning cheeks, and stared at the wall. "Elaine made cupcakes."

"Ah-ah. Cupcakes. Is that what they call it these days?"

"It doesn't mean anything!"

"If you say so." Uncle Crowley laughed to himself stared thoughtfully into the distance. He hummed a little, and I glared at him, drawing strength from the Darth Vader action figure he'd given me last Christmas (except it wasn't really so much of a Christmas present as a 'I had this lying around and thought you might appreciate it' present).

"It was just cupcakes. Why are you here, Uncle Crowley? Justin isn't." The demon almost always stopped by to 'exchange information' with the older wizard. But then, he almost always stopped to chat with me, too. It was weird, but nice. Still weird, though. Crowley placed a hand to his chest in feigned hurt.

"What? I can't stop by to check up on my favorite investment?"

I whipped my head back around to stare at him. "Investment?"

Crowley just hummed, ignoring my question. He abruptly stood and walked around the room, inspecting everything from my bookshelf that didn't hold books to the trunk and stored books. He stopped by the window and shook out his wrist allowing a watch to fall forward. After checking the time -late- he grinned and clapped his hands together. "Well then, kiddo. Grab your coat. Or-" he paused and snapped his fingers at my closet. It opened on a ripple of power and a smell like woodsmoke. My jacket jumped into his waiting hands, so cool, and he dusted it off negligently. "We've got houses to egg and bribes to take."

I shrugged on my coat, helpless to do anything but follow along in my uncle's wake, hopping into my shoes as Crowley meandered to the front door. I glanced down the hall to Elaine's room, but she didn't like Crowley. "Bribes? I don't-"

"Harry, Harry, Harry," Thrice spoken, and bound. "What do you think 'trick or treat' means? Give me candy or I give you grey hairs." There was no car waiting outside, but Harry hadn't expected one. They headed for the gate, out past the perimeter of the wards.

"You said it was a crock of shit."

Crowley laid a warm hand on my shoulder. "Ah, but that doesn't mean it can't be a fun crock. Besides, you're a wizard, I'm sure you know plenty of interesting little tricks we can try out." The scent of burning filled my nose, and pleasant warmth rushed over my skin. One second, we were on the outskirts of the DuMorne estate. The next I could see a wealthy suburban neighborhood filled with pint-sized ghosts and goblins.

We headed out, two dark specters, into the night.

Re: Devil on My Shoulder 2/?

(Anonymous) 2012-02-29 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
This iss awesome on so many levels!