a little while ago my twitter followers were subjected to several days of me being suddenly and disturbingly passionate about Crowley Eusford from Owari no Seraph, and all the vampires…
Can I ever ! 😀 I got a little busy and a tad wordy, but I hope you enjoy reading! Thank you very much for requesting.
How you fell into the spiders web
A noble like Crowley never has to really hunt for his food. The utterly boringly easy way for him to get a meal was almost laughable, until you accidentally skirted into his path one day and it became hysterical. You were part of a faction of human barely succumbing in the alleyways of survival in a forgotten city too far out of JIDA reaches. Perhaps they had tried to be your savior once, or maybe you’d been forsaken from the beginning. To Crowley, you were just a walking snack, one for once, that didn’t come to him on a silver platter. What he didn’t expect was a bit of spice in his meal.
In anyone else, he would have found your futile defensive tactics annoyingly unproductive. Without a proper weapon you were hardly even a chase. He had you gripped by the neck, legs straining underneath his mass as he leaned over in his descent. Crowley planned to drain you dry that day, hardly bothered with the idea of leaving your body to grow cold alone. He had every intention of doing just that as he fangs grazed your throat. Every inclination of following the norm, until you fucking bit him first.
You dull teeth hardly made an impression. Even your ‘sharpest’ front teeth hardly marking the flesh. It was out of his own stupor that he allowed you to do so for quite some time before a bellied laugh shook you out of your assault. The amusement was so genuine, struck by cynical obsession that it nearly stunned you into submission.
The glint in his gaze as he stared down out you was no longer predatory but no less dangerous as he drug you to your feet. “This is too good to go to waste.” :
SFW
It’s a shaky foundation at first. There is nothing about history that supports trusting vampires, yet he never really threatened your wellbeing. Naturally, he sought out your blood on occasion but more often than not he was more intrigued by your company. At first, you missed you companions from the city but it became hard to not find the positives of a cleaner, more fruitful life. Even at the hands of a vampire. But was it love?
Crowley seems more capable of portraying emotions when they can be reflected back at him. He’s more likely to harbor affection towards a human because they have the capacity of sharing the attraction. Its possible that its more one-sided, but its such an intriguing notion to the vampire that he can’t help but play along until the obsession becomes addictive.
For someone who seems aloof, he is very attentive. Not only to your needs but also your wellbeing. No one understands his blatant desire to elevate your status, but nor do they question it. You rarely find trouble getting what you request unless it is directly harmful of your health. Crowley is very well attuned to human fragility.
His ‘love’ language is the act of giving. He might not hold on to much of his lost humanity but he was molded early in life on how to provide for a significant other. He will always make sure that you won’t go without.
He can’t really order Chess and Horn to be your friends but he can expect them to be respectful of your position at his side. At the very least they tolerate you. Sometimes allowing you to share play of their board games or other devices of fun. Horn is more reserved but Chess can be tempted depending on the day. The both see you as a fleeting infatuation, however, and don’t predict fruitful longevity of the relationship or your lifespan.
To be frank, no one really understands his preoccupation with you. At first Ferid considered the possibility of it being a source of mirth, but Crowley never desired to change partners. His ‘brother’ certainly offered several alternative. ‘How about this one, they’re more appealing’
‘ This choice has a richer taste of blood.’ ‘Why don’t you let them have a ride for change?’ ‘Aren’t you bored yet?’ Over time curiosity settled thinly over misunderstanding and Feird went for a sample if only to comprehend the spell your blood obviously had over the former crusader. His teeth, however, never managed to nick deep enough to disturb the lifestream under your skin. Crowley had rounded you up hastily, tucking you close as he regarded the other with a tight smile. ‘Why don’t you play with your own toys, Ferid? This one’s for me.’ The tension was more palpable with the vampire’s gaze on you even as the two of you retreated.
Neck kisses are a given. Not only because they’re informal and simple because it also relaxes you to his touch in a sensitive area. You wake up to his lips at the back your neck as his arms unwind from around your waist. Possessive kisses litter your throat when another vampire comes too close, and another array catches your jaw when your gaze never strays from him. They find your nape again when he tests your knowledge of history and philosophy. In short, he kisses the most vulnerable part of you when you’re good for him.
Frankly between Ferid, Chess and the entirety of the Progenitor Council’s antics, it’s safe to say Crowley has a nice reserve of patience but he doesn’t delegate it lightly. Don’t sacrifice common sense or stray too far into ignorance because he will very quickly nip the habit in the butt. The first few times he will cover it with humor to gently correct the habit. The next few times his voice will grow sterner and the palm of his hand weighs heavy on the neck of your neck. Normally the behavior is curbed by then, three strikes never seems to be s good outcome for anyone.
This isn’t to say he’s a discipliner. But he is practiced in the art of subtle conditioning. As s solider himself and an overseer of others he knows how to coerce traits and abilities to get the results he wants. Crowley rarely does anything without purpose, so for now you’re simply a work in progress.
The duration of your relationship can sometimes feel like a test. He gauges your actions in different scenarios and can sometimes prompt challenges without your knowledge. Most of the time he’s probing your intellect and tinkering with your ideology. He’s not outright changing you but you begin to notice what makes him ‘happy’ and what irks him.
He feeds from you often enough. Not too much to make you feel like livestock but just enough feedings to make you feel like you have a purpose. He refers to you as his treat after a long day, his vitality elixir to keep him going. As he draws you close, one hand cradling your head while lathers the line of your vein you hear him wonder out loud: ‘ What will he do when he can no longer enjoy your blood?’
Where would you be ?
NSFW
Crowley is capable of brief intimacy. A kiss here and a snuggle there. But it’s purely from mimicking human traditions and reciprocating what you give in return. Anything more intimate with have to be initiated by you. He simply doesn’t have the desire or the itch to scratch. It’s easy for him to misinterpret crawling into his lap as a request for close company. Squirm one too many times and he’ll confused and ask if you’re uncomfortable.
Sometimes you just have to reach for it and have the mental strength to not be sensitive when his body doesn’t react immediately to your touch. It’s a very old and crypt emotion for him, lust that is.
But it takes care to remember how attentive he can be. With your hand in the right place it doesn’t take a complicated equation to piece together your intention. But unfortunately for you, Crowley has begun to find a thrill in your desire to get him ready. He loves the way you eagerly and sloppily try to take him in your mouth. Even unaroused he still manages to carry a pretty broad sword around.
Slouched in his seat, a fist curled under his chin, he watches you with a salacious smile. Hands coaxing you through your hair with sharp tugs and tight grips. It’s another reflective path of your relationship. And your eagerness can be very contagious. He knows what you want and he’ll give it to you when he deems you ready to take.
He’s not lazy but sometimes he likes to see you do the work for once. After a few rounds, he knows where to put his hands and how to adjust your rhythm to his tastes. Other times he’s just a predator and prefers to assert his dominance. He’s firm but not too rough. You tend to lie pliant enough for him to forgo the need to pin you down.
Afterwards is one of the few times he’ll allow his body to really rest. He’s more than happy to take advantage of the time of peace and let you close. He’s a very light and infrequent sleeper though. Sometimes leaving in the middle of the night or filtering through reports in the moon light. And very, very rarely will you wake to him slipping back inside you, curious to see how early you can impress him in the day.
Toad's Cave 