Requested by Captain_Clorox_Levi Thank you! Even though I'm pretty sure you changed your username but that was the username I wrote down, you know you who are ;) I don't remember all of the request, most of it though, so I hope it still works!
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Having to work for the King of Hell wasn't exactly favorable, but when you were once a "low life street rat" who begged for money and clothes and hospitality, there wasn't much you wouldn't do. As fate had it, Crowley just happened to be convincing someone into a demon deal in the same dirty alley you resided in. You asked and pleaded for any sort of kindness from the man, who you knew nothing about at the time.

"I can give you anything in the world, anything you wish for, under one condition." Crowley almost purred, his eyes hiding something behind the red sheen that he showed you.

You couldn't look into his eyes, you didn't know id they were truly red or if your own pair were deceiving you. The domination only emanating from his red orbs was enough to make you submit, you couldn't begin to comprehend the amount of power he withheld.

"I don't make many deals now a days, having moved up a level or two. But for some people so exceptional as you are, I may just have to revert back to my old ways." Crowley was closing in on you, his stare unwavering, his mouth in a greedy smirk. "Everything you could ever desire, if you become my pet."

Pet. He used the word often when talking to you. Even in these brief moments of communication, pet, maid, servant, and words alike were used to describe your future job, if you took it. Would living a life of crime and grubbiness be something you wanted for the rest of your time? Or could you suck up your emotions and go with this man, and know the there would be a higher chance of getting a meal?

"Anything I want?" You asked, having more confidence than before.

"Of course, if you follow my orders like a good girl." He responded.

"I'm in, please just take me away." You begged, and for the last time too. Your desperation was hardly contained in your shaky voice.

"And to seal the deal, all I need is a quick, innocent kiss." The man grinned, pulling your face in closer, his lips ghosted over yours until you couldn't wait for your pain to be over, smashing the sets together.

You groaned, thinking about that old memory. Having been in Hell for quite some time, you knew who he really was. Crowley, a demon, ruler of Hell, torturer of all. He was greedy, unfair, and wicked, but was softer when it came to you. You were the only human than served him, of course there were humans here, but they didn't share the same fate that you did. You were his chambermaid, the only one of your occupation. You catered to his needs night and day, which often more than not pissed you off. See, you didn't read your contract, not like you knew you had one when you first made the deal. It read:

"(Y/N) (L/N), the chambermaid to Crowley, King of Hell, can have anything she desires from the King, as long as he allows it. She is to follow his every command without disobedience or hesitance. She will serve out the rest of her days to Crowley."

So basically you were loopholed into thinking that your life would be better, well it was, just not in the way you'd expect it. You had three meals a day, your own room, clothing, bathroom, etc. It was like your own house, that you hardly got to visit since you were standing next to the throne for most of the day. The demons paid you no mind, figuring you would have begged your way out of Crowley's grasp by now. But you stayed strong, having done his every order, although you always tried to get out of it. You weren't so soft spoken anymore, like the timid, submissive girl was back in that alley. You stood up to him, although it was often false courage and a bit of adrenaline from your mental pep talk you always gave yourself. Funny thing was, he never back lashed at you. He may have thrown you around a bit when he got pissed at his underlings or screamed at you until his face was red, but nothing life threatening. Crowley usually took your sarcastic and witty comments and ran with them, firing back his response with just the same heat. You managed to get some things for yourself through your uncanny ability to bargain with the King. You didn't know if this was because he had a soft spot for you or because he was sick of arguing, either way it turned into a win win for you.

"You missed a spot." Crowley said, giving you a quick glance, then looking back down at the papers before him.

You rolled your eyes, scrubbing over the entire surface of his own torture table once more. You couldn't see any blood, guts, or other liquid at all, but he managed too.

"How about now?" You didn't clean anything at all, knowing Crowley only did this to tease with you.

Crowley shooed away the attendee, shoving the rest of the files in his hand.Walking over to you, he eyed the silver, running his finger against the metal.

"See, look? A smear." He pointed to his finger mark that he just made.

You growled, giving the table a clean swipe. "Happy now? I've done everything today."

Crowley waved his finger in the air, clicking his tongue. "Yes, in this room. I left some files for you in your bedroom and the throne room needs a good dusting, mopping, and scrubbing. I have Hades coming over tonight, hopefully I can expand Hell in a partnership with him. If not, we kill him." Crowley chuckled, giving you a grin.

"Oh for the love of Christ, you are not killing Hades." You huffed, crossing your arms. "Well why not kill him right away, then you would be guaranteed the Underworld or whatever."

"I am trying to uphold my status as a gifted negotiator, why kill them right away and put a blot in that reputation, love?"

You rolled your eyes at his pet name for you, just one of the many he calls you. "Okay, well do you want me to clean the throne room or the papers first?" You asked, grabbing your other cleaning products scattered throughout the room.

"Throne room first, that will take an exceptional amount of time. Everything has to be perfect. Oh, and you will be serving the both of us tonight." Crowley watched you walk around the room, his eyes never leaving your form.

You marched over to him, finger in his face, mouth ready to yell some expletives.

"Now, now (Y/N). I may have said that you could have the rest of the day off, but remember our little contract? As long as I give you permission." Crowley intervened, smirking. "And right now, I don't."

"Crowley you bastard." You mumbled.

"Oh, and I left a little outfit for you to dress in hung in the closet, that is for tonight. I expect to see you in it." Crowley tilted your chin up to look at him, his eyes staring you down.

You gulped, knowing if you averted your eyes the dominance stand off would go to him. "Yes.... sir."

Crowley hummed, winking. "Good girl. Hurry on to the throne room now (Y/N)." Crowley walked out of his torture chamber.

You let out a deep breath, gathering the materials as quickly as possible. You wanted to have as much free time between now and the time Hades arrived. So might as well get this shit show on the road.

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"Hey (Y/N), does Crowley always stare at you?"

You looked up from mopping the floors over at the female demon next to you. "Huh?"

"Crowley, he keeps staring at you, like this whole time." She replies.

You stop what you are doing to go look over at the King of Hell, who was sitting cross legged in his throne. His cheek rested in his hand as his eyes were very much so locked on your form. He didn't look away when you caught him in the act, just merely smirked like he was enjoying the show.

"Well this is definitely the first time I have noticed it, and only because you mentioned it." You say, dipping the mop back in the soapy water.

"You know he does shit like this all the time, especially when your working. You are not very observant, are you?" She teases.

"What? I am just focusing on the task at hand, well tasks." You roll your eyes. "Besides, the work he gives me takes all day, I have no time for him and his little staring contests." You hiss, sloppily wiping the floor.

"You have fun with that, (Y/N)." She laughs and walks out of the throne room.

You brush her off and continue your chores in the throne room. It was only you and Crowley present, which made the whole situation worse in your eyes. Had he really been creeping up on you when he could? Oh God, what if he did when you slept? You get cold sweat running down your back as you can't help but feel the piercing gaze from your King. You gulp, finishing the last area of floor and begin dusting the surfaces. Just what was his fixation with you? Did he want to torture you or make fiery love with you? What if he wanted to do both at the same time? Was he even into that stuff? There was a good chance, considering all the leather and brutal object he has in his torture chamber. What if he has a sex torture dungeon? Oh that would fit his personality all too well.

"(Y/N), what is wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost." Crowley asks, raising his eyebrow.

"No, but I am curious about something." You quip, beginning to clean the delicate designs on his throne.

"Hmm? And what is that?"

"Why the fuck does Hell need to be so clean? I mean it's Hell for Hell's sake! There should be bones and fire and dirt and blood all over this place and you have me cleaning it like your mother is coming over for dinner." You ramble, standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

"Oh God I hope not."

"What I am trying to get at is-"

"I know perfectly what you are trying to say, but I will tell you this." Crowley stood up from his chair, walking over to you. "This little portion of Hell does need to be spotless and shiny in order for me to present myself like I know what I am doing, because in fact I do. The rest of the damn place I couldn't give a shit about, like you said it's Hell. Besides you are just trying to get a little free time by persuading me, I know you (Y/N)." Crowley smirked at your frustrated face.

"Ugh, fine, whatever, since you seem to know everything." You yell, dusting the next closest surface with more force than necessary.

"Oh (Y/N), you flatter me." Crowley sat back down in his throne, never taking his eyes off you.

~Time Skip brought to you by Trafalgar Law! ROOM! SHAMBLES! BEPO!~

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." You groan, your eyes on the little outfit Crowley had picked out for you.

You had done all of the paperwork he asked of you, and you even managed to get a little nap in before it was go time with Hades. You woke up just in time to get everything ready. You had served Crowley many times in his meetings and appointments with other supernatural beings, knowing what to do and how to act. But he never required you wear something like this, and it was going to be humiliating.

There was a freshly pressed, black and white maid's outfit hung neatly in your closet. It came complete with black stockings and the little maid tiara as well. Black high heels waited just under the dress in your closet. You laid the materials out on your bed, staring them down with disgust and embarrassment. You were lucky that the dress covered everything it was supposed to, not like those slutty Halloween costumes. Your breasts would not be spilling out over the top and your butt cheeks would be covered nicely. But to wear something like this, even with the coverage, still made you feel like you were some toy that Crowley could order around, which pissed you off. No matter how much his handsome looks may get to you, you still need to show him that you were not weak to his little games.

"If I defy his orders and not wear it, sure as hell I will be sent straight back here and forced to put it on, and then probably punished later on." You pondered. "If I put it on myself, then at least I can save myself some embarrassment." You sighed. "I just can't win!"

You hastily threw on the dress, rolling up the stocking, and sliding the shoes onto your feet. You stood in front of your full length body mirror, fixing the tiara on your head. You straightened the dress out, smoothing it down with your hands, making sure that you were covered properly, and nothing was accidentally tucked in somewhere.

"(Y/N)! Crowley is waiting for you, Hades will be here shortly." A demon knocked on your door, giving you the information.

"Alright! I'll be out soon!" You hollered, looking at yourself just one last time before exiting your room.

The throne room was rearranged so there was a long dinner table right in the middle of it. Crowley's throne sat at one end the table, while another less extraordinaire chair on the opposite. Exquisite dishes and platters lay on the table along with aged liquors and wines. Although demons do not need to eat, Gods did and displaying this array of food and how much it may cost was surely going to grab Hades's attention.

"Well shit, this is more serious than I thought..." You commented to yourself.

"Of course. I need Hell to be bigger and badder, so why not go all out to try and appease a God?" Crowley said from behind you. You got chills running up your spine as you jumped forward, unaware of his presence.

"Jesus, give me a heart attack why dontcha." You huffed.

"That can be easily done." Crowley said, walking around you, admiring the sight he saw. "The outfit suits you well, (Y/N), I mean after all, I picked it out myself." He purred, locking his eyes with yours.

You blushed from embarrassment, grasping the hem of the dress tightly. "Thanks? Um, is there anything I should be doing now?"

Crowley took his spot in his throne, ushering you over. "You can stand by my side and wait for him, once he enters, pull out his chair and ask him if he wants a drink."

"So the normal drill basically?" You said, walking over to his right side.

"Yes, as usual." Crowley nodded.

Shortly after, a very tall and lanky man walked through the door. He wore a charcoal grey suit with a dark blue dress shirt underneath which had the top portion open, no tie. His polished black shoes shone under the candle light as they clanked when he walked. His cheek bones were sunken in and dark bags hung under his eyes. His black hair and underlying tones of blue hues, which was styled so it was tousled, like a more tame version of bed hair. His pale lips were cracked and in desperate need of chapstick once he smiled.

"Crowley, it's been too long." Hades says, still standing by the doorway to the throne room.

"Ah Hades, I'm so glad you could join us tonight." Crowley gestured towards his seat across from him.

You pulled out said chair, waiting for the God to take his seat.

"Oh? And who do we have here?" Hades looked you up and down.

"That is (Y/N), my personal chambermaid." Crowley responded, although a little annoyed.

"You just get another one hmm Crowley?" Hades smirked, his eyes positioned where they should not be. You fought against every urge to slap him, knowing that may break Crowley's chance of the negotiation. 

"No, she is my first and only one, and I intend to keep it that way, now sit down Hades." Crowley growled, but quickly composed himself.

Hades raised his eyebrow but said nothing, obeying Crowley's orders.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" You bite back the snarl in your voice, attempting to remain calm.

"Whiskey, the oldest stuff you got." Hades replied, giving you a sly smile.

You quickly poured his drink and slammed it on the table, walking back to Crowley's side, which to you felt oddly comforting. Crowley grinned at your actions, which seemed to put him at ease.

"As you know Hades, you are here to talk about expanding Hell as well a the Underworld, for both of our sake. It would bring us better business and make us more powerful." Crowley began.

You listened to their conversation long into the night. It lasts many hours, and you were extremely thankful to have gotten that nap before hand, considering you were extremely cranky and it was not because you were tired. Hades made numerous sexual advances on you, grabbing your butt, sliding his hand up and down your thigh, giving you dirty pick up line when Crowley was distracted. All these things you had to keep on the down low in order to not ruin the deal. Hades had kept turning down Crowley's offers one by one, making little to know progress, claiming that Crowley was undermining his and his business. The only thing that was keeping him from walking out was your body clad in uniform and the endless amounts of alcohol you had poured him.

Crowley saw these little attempts to get in your pants, he witnessed all of them. It took everything he had not to slam the bastard against a wall and kill him there. He needed this deal to work out, so he kept his cool, but his rage was barely contained.

"For the last time Crowley, I can't except just 30% of the annual soul intake, who do you take me for? Someone like Anubis? Or Osiris? Dirty little sand gods. I need more than that." Hades refused, once again.

"For the last time tonight, I can't give you more that 30%! If I give you half then Hell will crumble and so will the Underworld, if the two are combined. It's simple math Hades, have you forgotten something so simple after all these years buried beneath history?" Crowley dissed, his rather dark side showing.

"I came here on peaceful terms and you disrespect me? I will show you just who you are dealing with, King of Hell." Hades roared, standing up fro his chair, slamming down his glass.

"Oh please, by all means, Underworld Prince." Crowley spat, not bothering to get out of his chair. He snapped his fingers and immediately demons rushed in from all over, climbing and clawing at the God. They managed to get a marge pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

"Hah! You honestly think you can stop me with some iron cuffs? Crowley you are more naive than I thought." Hades attempted to break free, but they would not budge.

"You see, Hades, those cuffs are engraved with some Greek spell work. Binding so powerful, it can hold even a God." Crowley shot back, walking over to the weakened deity.

"You bastard!" Hades struggled against the magic, but was rendered powerless.

"I always come prepared. If by some chance, you didn't take my offer, I would have to kill you to get what I want. You could have up to 30% of my soul intake and a portion of Hell, but now you will be dead and I will get all of the Underworld. Now that definitely sounds like a deal, no?" Crowley took one last swig from his glass, then throwing it at the feet of Hades.

"You said I would come in and return without any harm." Hades begged, desperation now setting in.

"Always make sure to read the entire contract asshole!" You ran over to the God, giving him a few good kicks and punches. "Especially the asterisks!"

Crowley watched you as you beat up Hades, a smirk growing on his face. You stepped back, panting from all the hits you laid on him.

"Excellent job, love. Serves him right for making all those moves on my woman." Crowley sneered.

"Your woman?" Both you and Hades said in unison.

"Yes, and I don't appreciate your attitude towards her, so Hades, I will kill you now not only for the sake of my business, but also as payback for her." Crowley dug into the gut of Hades, a bright light shining from the hole it made. Hades creamed out in agony, trying to free himself but to no avail. When Crowley pulled back, there was a bright blue ball of light in his palm. He then quickly snapped his fingers, and Hades went up in flames, the charred remains were left on the floor that, dammit, you just mopped.

"What is that?" You ask, pointing at the ball of light.

"Hades's soul. You see, you put this little thing in anyone's body, and they become Hades and rule the Underworld. But since I know own it, I technically own the Underworld now too, all of it." Crowley smirked in triumph. He opened a small black box with symbols carved all over it, placing the soul in there and shutting it closed.

"Then why don't you just put it in your body?" You ask.

"Because, darling, I rather enjoy being Crowley, not some low level God everyone forgot about years ago." Crowley replied.

"And one other thing Crowley, what was that about me being your woman?" You ask, arms folded over your chest.

"You are just so dense, (Y/N). Love come here." Crowley said, gesturing you over. You hesitantly followed his orders, standing before him. "In case you haven't noticed, I watch you while-"

"No, you stare at me. Like all the time. Admit it." You interrupted.

"Fine, I stare at you. Like all the time." He mimicked you. "And I have wanted you to be bloody mine since the day I saw you crawling on that filthy street, alright? You were just so thick-skulled that you never saw my advancements towards you."

"No, you plagued me with work! I hardly had time to sleep, let alone notice you were hitting on me." You defended.

"Well there is that-" Crowley looked a little guilty, which surprised you.

"Cleaning everything every damn day. I mean seriously? Why me?" You asked, now you sounded a little hurt, in which you were. If he actually liked you, why would he make you clean and do all his work?

"I am a demon (Y/N), do you honestly believe we show our softer, more mushy feeling easily? I torture my friends, it's how I show love." Crowley shrugged.

"And apparently you force your love interest to clean everything in sight, too." You sighed. Not being able to stay mad at the King of Hell for very long.

"It is a turn on love, especially with you in that little get up." Crowley purred. "I should make you wear it more often, but I have a different proposal."

You blushed, but kept eye contact with him. "Oh? And what might that be?"

"You don't have to clean anymore, no more following my orders, that is if you don't want to. You can throw it all away and become something more." Crowley offered, the distance between the two of you very slim.

"Become my Queen."

You gasped, eyes wide. "You're kidding right?"

"Why would I kid about making you Queen of Hell? This is a very serious matter, (Y/N)." Crowley said, although he was teasing just a bit. "You get all the perks I get, as well as myself."

You hadn't thought much about love or relationships down in Hell, but now that this handsome man, well demon, was offering himself to you and a position by his side, how could you refuse?

"I accept the deal Crowley." You smiled happily, throwing your arms around his neck.

Crowley was a little taken back by your sudden action, but wrapped his arms around your waist quickly. "I will even let you see the contract this time, love."

"Seriously, a contract?" You gave him a look.

"What? It's how I do business, you know this darling." Crowley snapped his fingers and a stale piece of parchment floated before you, reading:

"(Y/N) (L/N), the Queen of Hell beside Crowley, King of Hell, can have anything she desires from the King, and is under no obligation to follow orders, for she can make her own. She will serve out the rest of her days alongside Crowley, ruling Hell."

"No asterisks or anything, just those few simple lines." You whispered, turning the paper over to make sure he truly wasn't joking.

"Of course not, I always learn from my mistakes." Crowley winked. "All that is left is to seal the deal."

Crowley pulled your body closer with one hand, the other was cupping your cheek and inching your face towards his. You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his, undoubtedly ready to be the Queen of Hell and have your very own King.

Author's Note

Guys you should totally go watch High School Musical: A Bad Lip Reading like right fucking now it is so hilarious, I put it in the media box or the link is right here if you are to lazy to go all the back over there like me, I am very lazy

SOY ES MUY PEREZOSA

I will be up at a cabin on Leech Lake in Minnesota from this Saturday to the next, so I will try to get some updates in while I can, I know I haven't been very good with them, whoppsie.

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