Thanks@cutiepiebean for requesting this! I hope you have a happy birthday/new years
Pairing: Crowley x reader
Pronouns: None
Summary: Crowley has been missing lately, and today being your birthday and New Years, you’re rightfully upset. Turn out he’s just been planning a celebration for you.
Warnings: Angst and anxiety in the beginning, mostly fluff, mentions of food
The house felt empty. It was too quiet. Crowley hadn’t been home very much in the past week or so. He’s a busy demon, frequently out and about making deals and running the underworld, but I had barely seen him at all lately. I had begun to wonder if he had lost interest in me. Maybe he had found another person that he liked more. Maybe that’s not true at all. Either way he had given no explanation of why he hadn’t been there. Especially today.
Today is New Years, which should be of less interest to Crowley because on top of that, today is my birthday. I had been waiting for him to walk through the door all morning. I had waited, mostly impatiently, for him to walk through that door, gifts in had and an apology at the ready. But it was already afternoon, and he had yet to appear. I hated this feeling. I attempted to lounge around and relax, but all I could feel was jealousy, and bitterness, and spite.
He let me dwell in those feeling before finally appearing in front of me a little before ten o'clock that night. His usually charming smirk made my skin itch, the emotions rising to the surface. He opened his mouth, likely in an attempt to slyly and sweetly greet me. I beat him to it.
“You’ve been gone all week. You gave me no information, no heads up, no nothing as to why you weren’t here.” My breathing was purposefully slow, voice carefully articulated. “My birthday is today. New Years is today. Yet you’ve been missing anyway. I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but you better be sorry.”
Crowley’s eyes widened quickly before he tilted his head downward. He kneeled on the ground in front of my chair, hand coming to softly grasp my chin.
“I know. I haven’t been particularly good about keeping you updated on where I’ve been, but I didn’t know what I could tell you. I am so sorry, truly,” Crowley smiled gently, eyes full of tender love. “I’ve been planning something for your birthday, for New Years. I didn’t intend to leave you by yourself so much, but this took a lot of planning. I love you, darling. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I love him too, but I was still emotional and upset at him. My face was blank, if not mildly unamused. At least I had an explanation now. His gentle smile turned into a gentle frown before lighting up again. He had an idea, apparently. His hands moved from my face down to my sides. He smirked before he began to rapidly move them, tickling me.
“Come on love, give me a smile, won’t you?” He laughed at my poor attempt to sit still.
“Ok! Ok! Stop!”
His hands ceased.
“I love you, but you also hurt me. A simple apology isn’t going to make everything better.”
“Of course not. I want to show you what I’ve been working on.” He stood and extended his hand towards me, an invitation for me to grab hold. “I spruced up that extra apartment I own, just for you.”
The demon took me to his apartment, and when he had said “spruced up,” he should have said “completely decked out.” There were string lights lining the ceilings, food covering the kitchen counters, soft pillows and blankets covering the bed, and several gifts set out on the table. Any resentment still left in me settled and melted away. Crowley wasn’t known to be the sentimental, caring type. He was typically cruel and sharp to most people. Yet for me, he would do anything. He tried his best to treat me well, and even though it didn’t always work, I love him for trying.
“Happy birthday, darling.” He gripped my hands in his. “I’m sorry I screw up so much.”
“Thank you. I know you try.” My smile shifted to a smirk. “I’m just glad you weren’t cheating on me.”
“I’d be dead if I did. Besides, I would never.” He stepped further into the room. “Where should we start?”
We spent the night celebrating, eating and drinking as we bantered. Midnight neared faster than it should have.
Song: Bryan Adams Everything I Do, I do it For You.
Trope: Royal Court
Character: Dean Winchester
Word count: 708
I sat on the bed, my emotions were all over the place. I closed my eyes, trying to get myself together. I had to get myself together, I had no choice, it was killing me. I stood up, picking up my phone, I opened my phone; looking at a picture, I smiled sadly. “Everything I do, I do for you.” I whispered.
My phone rang causing me to jump, I ignored the caller, knowing I could not talk to him. If I talked to him, then I could go through with this deal that I had made, and I would lose all that I loved. I breathed a sigh of relief when the phone stopped ringing, I breathed heavily that he did not leave a voice message.
A few seconds later my phone pinged and I had a text message.
D: Please, tell me where you are! I’m going out of my mind! “Look into your heart, baby! I love you so damn much! Please baby!”
Tears came to my eyes. I didn’t want to respond to him. I knew if I did, I’d break my deal. The phone dinged again.
D: “Search your heart, search your soul! When you find me there, you’ll search no more. I know you love me!”
I had to end it, so he would not look for me. I knew he would search the ends of the earth for me. I took a deep breath and started to type.
Me: “There’s no love, Like your love! Please, if you really love me, you’ll walk away and forget about me! Stay safe!”
I dropped the phone on the bed, not wanting to see his response. I jumped when the door opened,
Crowley stood there smiling. “Are you ready to become my Queen?”
XXX
Dean read (Y/N)’s reply,his heart breaking. “There’s no love, Like your love! Please, if you really love me, you’ll walk away and forget about me! Stay safe!” How could she doubt that he loved her? How could she even think that he would forget her, or even walk away from her.
He noticed she didn’t deny her love for him, she didn’t admit her love either. He walked out of his room, heading towards the library in the bunker. “Sammy!”
Not only was he not going to walk away, he was not going to forget about (Y/N)! She is the love of his life, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Oh, you can’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for, I can’t help it, there’s nothin’ I want more. Yeah, I would fight for you I’d lie for you Walk the wire for you Yeah, I’d die for you
“Sammy you got a location on (Y/N)?” Dean looked at his brother.
“You aren’t going to like it!” Sam looked down at the map.
“I don’t care, I’m going to go get her and break her home!”
“She’s in Crowely’s castle!”
“Let’s go get her!”
XXX
I walked the halls of Crowley’s castle wearing a red ball gown, adorned in jewels. Crowley stood beside me, in his usual black suit. I exhaled slowly as he took my hand, I wanted to snatch it away, I wanted to run. Run to the man I loved, the man that was the love of my life; but that was all over.
“Beauty, I hope you’re not thinking of breaking our deal!” Crowley purred.
“No, I’m not going to break our deal!” I snarked. “I promised to become your Queen, so the boys could live.”
“Very good! Let’s make it official!” Crowley smiled as he took my arm and opened the throne room. There stood an official to marry us, and I would become Queen of hell.
XXX
Dean and Sam rushed through the castle, searching through rooms looking for (Y/N). Slowly approaching the throne room, the brothers busted open the doors.
“(Y/N), do you take Crowley to be your husband, and do you accept the responsibilities as the Queen of Hell?”
Aziraphale has been flirting with the idea of opening a new bookshop in Gotham and luckily enough Crowley was able to help him decide on the venue. Who owns the perfect spot ready to be sold for the right price? That’s pretty easy: the demon’s acquaintances - Joker and his girlfriend.
“I don’t know about this,” Aziraphale crinkles his nose, contemplating the surroundings leading towards today’s meeting place: one of the fancy restaurants owned by The King of Gotham. “It’s a splendid day, why don’t we just take a walk?”
Crowley rolls his eyes behind the black sunglasses, explaining for the millionth time:
“As we talked before, he’s willing to sell the property which might I remind you, it’s ideal for your bookshop. I don’t think you have a choice.”
“Yes… but, but Mister Joker is not… you know… a good person. I’m not sure I’m comfortable doing business with such a bad apple. Pun not intended!” he immediately corrects his sentence.
The demon sights, quickly throwing in variables meant to help stir the conversation:
“This restaurant makes the best stake bites you ever tasted, best tea and crumpets are imported from England. They sell the best wine, best champagne plus the scrumptious ice cream is to die for. Aren’t you interested in trying them?”
“How dare you temp me with such frivolous nitty-zitties, dark creature of the abyss??!!” Aziraphale’s stern voice has absolutely no effect on Crowley.
“Angel, do you want the building or not?” he calmly scratches his chin.
“Please do lead the way,” a very polite Principality quickly switches mood while strutting alongside his companion.
“They closed the grounds to the public today,” the demon rambles on, swiftly knocking at the front door: six fast beats followed by two slow taps.
One of J’s henchmen opens the entrance so that the guests can squeeze in undetected.
“Howdy,” Crowley puckers his lips and sniffs the air, definitely recognizing his favorite meal.
“Mister C, boss is not here yet.”
“The kitchen is opened, correct?” the sassy devil makes it obvious he has no patience for details.
“Certainly, they are already cooking the usual for you.”
“Perfect, me and my friend will take 2 portions with a side of saffron rice and three bottles of champagne.”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly,” the angel gushes. “Champagne makes me all nickytty-pickytty,” he softly giggles at the thought as he accompanies the small party in the main room.
“Nickytty-pickitty?” Crowley huffs. “Make it four bottles!” he urges, dropping on a chair at the nearest table adorned with warm, steamy bread sticks.
“Of course sir,” the obliging goon rushes to convey the instructions designated for the kitchen stuff.
Aziraphale samples the baked goodies, examining the posh decorations around him.
“Deee-licious,” he chews on the morsels and sees that Crowley didn’t touch the appetizer. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I shall. Can you miracle some butter?” the spoiled demon yawns.
“Why don’t you order it?”
“It’ll take seconds; I want it now.”
The angel takes a deep breath, touches the table cloth and the requested item materializes by the bread sticks basket.
Crowley pouts.
“What’s wrong?” the clueless Aziraphale inquires.
“I like Irish butter.”
“Seriously now!” the Guardian of Eden scoffs at his fussy escort.
“Pleeeease?” the demon’s bored puppy gaze leaves no room for hesitation: the Principality snaps his fingers in order to fulfill the wish.
“Thank you, best friend,” Crowley dips his treat into the gooey container pretending not to notice the innocent smile flourishing on the angel’s face.
“Dear Lord!” Aziraphale’s sudden exclamation makes the devil search his surroundings.
“I wasn’t aware we’ll have extra divine company. Oh!” Crowley realizes why the celestial being is appalled: The Clown made it to the meeting and he’s barking orders to his crew in a frenzy. “That’s him, that’s The Joker.”
“The aura he has!!” Aziraphale touches his chest, uneasy at the sight of a crazed King of Gotham chaperoned by his woman.
“He sure steals the show, doesn’t he? One of our most promising prodigies,” the demon informs. “There’s gossip they want to make him commander of the 13th legion after he kicks the bucket.”
“You don’t say!” a mixture of disgust and doomsday feeling prompts the angel to continue: “What about the woman?… … Very strange, I can’t discern her aura.”
“She’s Neutral.”
“Neutrals are a myth! They don’t exist!”
Crowley doesn’t have time to reply because Y/N and The Joker approach while the two gentlemen get up from their sits in a hurry.
“You’ll see,” the devilish smirk offers more incertitude than clarification.
“Hey Crowley,” the grouchy Joker greets.
“Mister C, where have you been?” you reach over to him and you both touch your index fingers similar to Michelangelo’s creation painting.
“I’ve been busy.”
“How’s London?” a spirited Y/N asks.
“Meh… Rainy. Sunny here and there,” the demon cracks his neck and Aziraphale is more intrigued than ever: the index fingers touching Michelangelo style is Crowley’s signature pinky promise. What kind of pinky promise could a human possibly have with a demon?!
The angel doesn’t know yet, but it’s not very complicated: one year ago, Crowley was visiting and prepared to relax into the jacuzzi with you and J. You wanted to do a little experiment and planted a drop of holy water in the tub just to discover if it would have any effect of him. Yeah… the devil was fortunate he didn’t jump in: he first immersed his left toes in the foamy liquid and BAM! They instantly vanished. You felt super crappy about it thus you nurture him for about a week until his toes grew back. As a result of your unauthorized curiosity, Crowley made you promise you won’t do it again…Thus the pinky promise renaissance style each time you encounter.
“Is he the buyer?” J moves straight to the main topic.
“Yes, this is Aziraphale,” Crowley takes off his sunglasses only to reveal his eerie, serpent irises. “Don’t worry, they know,” he pinches the angel’s hand.
“And you didn’t bother to tell me?!” the Guardian mutters through his clench teeth while maintaining a courteous demeanor.
“That’s such a cool name, Mister A,” you praise the moniker and have more questions: “What type of books are you going to sell? Old, new?”
“Mostly old, rare gems. I have an ineffable plan to transform…”
“Do you have the money? The price tag is 200 thousand dollars,” The Joker cuts him off and doesn’t bother to wait for an answer because he’s rude to start with. “Crowley, does he have the money?”
“Pardon me, I do have the money,” Aziraphale intervenes whilst J is intensely glaring at the demon and won’t accept a response from someone else.
”Of course he does,” the devil smacks his lips. “He can pay double, even triple!”
“Fine, I’ll take triple!” The King of Gotham decides.
The angel is internally screaming, his eyes burning holes through Crowley.
Treacherous snake! he thinks and the demon nonchalantly guesses his friend is unhappy.
“What?… I’m helping you negotiate.”
“Can I trust him, C.?” J growls.
“Yes, you can trust him 100%. Although… he was entrusted with a flaming sword once and lost it.”
The angel is wiggling in his chair, horrified Crowley brought that up in front of the humans.
“You lost a flaming sword?!” you interrogate the poor sod as the waiters bring in the food and drinks for everybody at the table.
“Well, ‘lost’ wouldn’t be the correct term to describe it; I gave it to a person that needed it.”
“Awww, that’s so sweet!” you touch your heart, totally moved by his statement.
“Why, thank you,” Aziraphale chuckles at your genuine praise. “I presumably…”
“Me, if I’d had a flaming sword,” you interrupt, “I would slash and hack everything in my way!!!”
“…Hm?” the angel tries to keep his composure at the evident change in mood.
“I would cut, eviscerate and stab every single man or woman trying to get to my boyfriend!” you swipe the plates off the table and they fly all over the floor, smashing into pieces. “I would split Batsy in two if he tries to catch my J!!” you stand up and punch the bottles of champagne; they shatter against the wall to Crowley’s dismay.
“Oh!” the angel blurs out, taken aback by the screaming woman.
“Nobody fucks with my boyfriend!!” you continue your speech and both the angel and the demon are completely smitten by such pathos: Y/N keeps gesturing and striking objects while declaring her love for The Joker.
The only present individual not giving a damn is actually The Clown, too busy texting about another lucrative deal he has in the works.
“J,” you address him, “if you’d ask for my flaming sword, I’d give it to you!!!!” the passionate Y/N articulates.
“That’s nice, Pumpkin,” the apathic green haired menace continues to text without paying attention.
The guests watch your ardor slowly crumbling to pieces until you repose your seat, disappointed your man is ignoring you again.
Aziraphale opens his mouth to initiate dialogue when it’s clear something is wrong: you stare at your plate, the only one left on the table containing a foul atrocity.
“Is this…vinaigrette????!!! I asked for Ranch dressing!!! RANCH!!!! I hate vinaigrette!!!!” you raise your voce and grab The Joker gun from the holster, shooting towards the kitchen. The chef and staff dodge behind the counters as the angel is panicking.
Still, what’s with Crowley’s satisfied grin?…
“Did you change her salad dressing??!” he whispers and the demon deflating like a balloon is more than an actual confession. “Crowley, no!!!” Aziraphale scolds as he discretely snaps his fingers. “Umm… excuse me miss. I believe that’s Ranch dressing,” he candidly points at your food.
“Huh?” you turn around to analyze the contents and clearly you were mistaken before since there’s no sign of vinaigrette. “My bad!!!!” you shout. “You each get 5,000 for being great sports!”
“Thank you, Y/N!” the employees express their gratitude, wondering if the storm has really passed. With J’s girl, you never know… she’s unpredictable.
As a result, they spend a couple more minutes hiding just in case.
“Pumpkin, you’re giving me a headache!” The Joker complaints and finally is able to open the link he struggled to gain access to.
You don’t react but the unearthly clients can read between the lines: the woman’s vibrant attitude sunk to the lowest level.
“You guys you’ll savor this on TV shortly as breaking news,” J arrogantly boasts. “I’m going to blow up Gotham Bank! It’s rigged and ready to go!”
Aziraphale is petrified while Crowley can’t wait to witness the explosion; The Clown’s finger almost touches the red button on the screen but Y/N snatches the phone.
“You can’t do that, J!”
“Why not?” he sulks at your disapproval.
“Today is bring your kid to work day!”
“Pfftt, was that today?” The Joker frowns. “That’s just stupid! Why do parents have to bring their offsprings to work?”
“Magnificent,” the angel exhales, relieved catastrophe was averted. “She can actually influence him,” he mumbles in a low tone.
“Don’t be upset, ok?” you kiss J and the evil sparkle in your eyes makes Aziraphale nervous at the shift. “I have a surprise for you, babe.”
“What surprise?” the crabby boyfriend grumbles.
“Guess who’s nearby attending a summit about how to improve crime fighting in town?”
“Who?”
“Commissar Gordon!” you wink. “Guess who send our men to place a bomb in his car?”
“Kitten, you did not!” the grotesque smile on The Joker’s face makes Aziraphale cringe.
“I did! Press the screen on my phone. I have a drone flying over the spot to record his reaction when he comes out of the conference and sees the damage! The images will be sent straight to your cell, this way you can enjoy them over and over again.”
“Awesome!” the impatient lunatic takes your phone and touches the screen. A powerful blast is heard in the distance as the angel cannot stay silent:
“This is preposterous! I forbid it!”
“And why should I care?” J counterattacks. “I don’t listen to weirdos dresses in creepy outfits anyway.”
“I beg your pardon?!” The Principality can’t hold in the remark.
“There’s nothing wrong with his suit,” you immediately defend Crowley’s friend. “It’s very elegant and he looks like a real gentleman!”
“Opposed to what, huh? Me??! I don’t look like a gentleman, is that what you’re trying to say??!” J accuses you of nonsense because he’s missing a few screws and his brain can’t process shit normally.
“Ugghh,” the demon stretches on his chair, debating on his next move. “Enough!” he stops time and Aziraphale is overwhelmed by his experience so far. “First, I believe we both agree she should stay away from swords. Second, I have a proposal.”
“A proposal?”
“Yes. Here’s the thing: the next words he’s going to utter will be so hurtful; frankly the last drop for her. She’s going to leave him; she’s been thinking about it.”
“None of our concern,” the angel gets in defensive mode because he can sense what Crowley is aiming at.
“Maybe not, yet you should consider the facts: a man like him can’t possibly hope for a better partner than a Neutral. You’re aware I’m right: she does a good deed and compensates it with a bad one and vice versa. At the end of the day her ledger is always perfectly balanced. If they stay together, some of her neutrality might rub off on him. Which translates into countless lives might be saved. Miracle him say the stuff she wants to hear and today’s outcome will be different.”
“This is blackmail!!”
“It’s in my nature; that’s what I do,” Crowley lifts his shoulder up, unfazed at the allegation.
“Well…” Aziraphale argues. “She is a Neutral, I suppose they are not a myth.”
“Nope, and you should be grateful she didn’t trick you into her if you show me yours I’ll show you mine little game.”
“Good gracious, Crowley! That sounds indecent!”
“She’s super sneaky. The Joker was gone on business and we played poker; it was a boring evening so she had an interesting suggestion: if I show her my wings she’ll show me her push up bra.”
“And?” the angel gulps.
”I’ve never seen a push-up bra before, I was curious!”
“Anthony Crowley!!!” The Guardian shouts. “Do you go around flaunting your wings to everyone???!!”
“In over 6000 years you never called me by my first name; does it mean I’m in big trouble?”
“Obviously!”
“Nifty, I love getting in trouble,” the devil snickers. “So we have a deal? You’ll miracle him saying it?” and doesn’t wait for a reply. He releases his grip on time and J continues his tirade towards Y/N:
“You know what, Pumpkin??!”
“… … What…?” you brace yourself for the worst.
“I love you.”
Your bottom lip quivers, tears clouding your vision since you didn’t expect the outpoured declaration you’ve wanted to hear for the past two years.
The Joker moves his jaw sideways, intrigued he pronounced such rubbish. It’s almost as his mouth… moved by itself! Impossible aberration!
“Why are you crying?” J quizzes and you can’t stop bawling your eyes out. “C., it seems we have a situation; make sure your pal pays me!” J stands up from the table while you cling to his arm being a complete emotional mess. Y/N is unable to speak but she waves at guests before departing instead of a formal goodbye.
The Joker and his girl are gone, thus Crowley uses his powers in order to summon back the food and drinks destroyed earlier before the people working at the restaurant notice the carnage.
“That was a trip!” Aziraphale concludes after the insane meeting.
“Wasn’t it? Congratulations on the bookstore! Shall we?” the demon urges. “It’s getting cold and trust me, you don’t want to waste this heavenly lunch. Pun not intended,” he mentions for the heck of it.
“Mmmm, this is soooo good,” Aziraphale savors the exquisite flavors and lifts his glass up for Crowley to pour champagne. “Thank you,” he sips on the bubbly drink, distracted by the popping sounds.
“Are you feeling nickytty-pickitty yet?”
The angel shakes his head in denial and the devil laughs, amused:
“Well, that’s why we have 4 bottles! Cheers!”
The glasses clink, Crowley laying out more ideas for the rest of the day.
“After we’re done eating, what do you say we take a stroll to see the building? It’s about 6 blocks away.”
“I’d like that; it’s a very good plan,” Aziraphale admits while drinking more champagne.
Summary: Being Cupid gave you advantages and disadvantages, mostly it gave you enemies. Your overexcitement to everything put-off almost everyone. Almost.
A/N: Was requested of course. This is awesome seriously
Requests are always open.
Warnings: fluff, cupid!reader, hints of crowley x aziraphale, to be continued
Three days on repeat to save their sister before it’s too late, but they need to realize sooner or later you can’t save everybody. And maybe everybody doesn’t want to be saved.
Everyone knows a typical runaway story right? A big fight field by built up anger leading to honest yet misunderstand words. But this story doesn’t go by the script its life after all with no cameras around.
Fergus was a simple man for the time he was birthed in where poverty was the only way of living if you weren’t born into lordship. The year is 1696 he was thirty-five when when he made a deal with a demon that only lasted ten years before his soul was taken. The majority of those years he almost forgotten about said deal that was until he saw her. Her h/c stood out amongst the others even if it matched a few,her s/c smooth skin with a soft glow drew him in,but it seems she was always just out of reach. As Fergus was on his final year the mysterious women grew closer to him her details becoming more clear.
Her aura was breath taking and left those you noticed her in a frozen state of shock. It seemed only few noticed her beauty though as she moved swiftly in crowds as if a shadow in the dark of night. The more he saw of her the hallucinations started the fear and paranoia of snarls and barks in the night the feeling something unearthly hidden in the shadows watching him. The butterflies in his stomach when he saw her makes him choked up everytime he tries to get near, the more Fergus saw her the more the flying insects seems to attack his insides to the point of actually pain. The hounds took him in the night. Red eyed beast of hell ripped him to shreds ripping out his soul taking his life force. Through the bloody haze she stood there looking down at him her clothes a wine red with black accents. The colorless eyes filled in e/c like paint in water as she leaned down to his body the soft stare made him feel like he was suspended within the clouds as her hand, freezing to the touch, brushed his cheek and the sudden pain of it all rushed back to the brunette man as his body tensed up. Her angelic face was right above his bloodied one. “We’ll meet again,Fergus.” The words were so faint as she leaned down placing a kiss on his lips taking his final breath away. Fergus MacLeod died at forty-five thought to be sacrificed by believers of the dark arts during the witch trails.
Dammed to hell was his eternal punishment it wasn’t until almost twelve thousand years in the fiery depths before the corruption of his soul was enough to be promoted to a crossroads demon. The year was 1806 when he first got to feel the dirt of the earth beneath his feet he turned to look at the unfortunate soul that became his first contract. “I want riches that will make the queen herself envious.” The women hissed and Crowley leaned back to stir clear for the venom she spewd towards his face. He wanted this deal wrapped up quickly if it ment he left her presence at once. “You have a deal. Let’s seal it with a kiss shall we?” They leaned towards eachother and the moment their lips touched it was like something else witnessed them. Someone who sent shivers down his spin like the first chill of winter creeping up as the last leaf has fallen.
Pulling away first his eyes caught the h/c in a proper bun and her dress was of prestige elegance of silk f/c and patterns of gold. Her lips were painted a deep color that complimented her so well. She was just as breath taking as she was when he last layed his sights upon her. Crowley almost cried out in a fit of frustration as the hag left taking along the woman he yearned for since her lips met his. That was only his first deal,but he come to notice she was there for every single one the tingle making his skin feel numb and there she was far from his and the desperate souls touch. After every ten years now the king of hell he watched as the hellhounds bounded towards the maker of the deals and he saw how she was incredibly close to them until she finally touches them on the head or check as the expel their last breath. It was 1979 when she stayed not leaving the body the moment after it’s passing she sat on the ground giving a faint whistle. “Who are you? You aren’t a reaper or a demon as far as I know.” The Scottish demon asked as she gently petted the young pups Juliette and Roman. Her attire has always changed with the ages this decade she wore a skirt right above the knees a solid f/c and a f/c and white striped polo. “I’m something far older then any reaper or demon,Fergus.” She hummed not caring for the weight of the two hounds heads on her lap. “Why now after all these years are you speaking to me again?”
Her lifeless e/c eyes looked up into his brown one’s as she sighed. “The time has come for the sword of Michael to be sheathed in the soil of a soon to be battle ground of the long awaited spat between heaven and hell.” She said feeling the life of the sword due within the month. “You’re a angel.” Crowley said in shock those winged assholes never left heaven and if they did they were not to be seen. “I was once a angel…but I left my home long ago.”
~~~~Flashback Creation~~~~
Five archangels were made by the hands of God birthed from supernovas themselves to make a light so powerful all except one. This child filled a greater purpose then her brothers one that only she could burden making her grace from the black holes and the vast infinity of the unknown he made Y/n. For eons they five siblings grew up and lived within the paradise which was heaven watch as new siblings were made every day. It wasn’t until God created man that he knew the youngest archangels true purpose would come into play.
Adam and Eve never grew old in age,but when they disobeyed God and bit from the forbidden fruit of knowledge they were punished and after Eve birthed her sons was Y/n told of what she must do. Cain and Able fought often,but it was nothing like this so aggressive filled with dangerous attacks that’s when the archangel stood close by gazing between them taking a deep breath she stepped closes to Able standing behind him as his brother picked up a rock and began to beat his brother. As the life fled his eyes she grabbed his hand as his last breath hissed out. The first death taking his soul to heaven she was stopped at the gates with his soul in hand. “What is the meaning of this father?” She asked and the all father sighed. “He also attempted to kill Cain and with that he must go to hell,dove.” This was the first time hell was mentioned after luciferd fall. She nodded her head and dive bombed down he wings breaking the surface taking her to the pits of fire,her brothers prison. Her three sets of gray wings sinnged at the heat tips of most of her feathers blacking while only some still held burning embers. She wanted to cry,but after she left the soul to his punishment she tried to go back to heaven.
“My child you hold within you the grace of heaven whilst you wings carry the embodiment of hell. You mustn’t be allowed in either place your job now lies in between both. Until one domain rains you will not belong to either.” With those words the heartbreak of loosing her home created a plain unlike any other her pain making the afterlife of monsters from her darkness. Her lost love created the second supernatural monster. Leviathans were birthed from her tragedy. She is the mother of monsters the Angel of Death.
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“…and I refuse to be involved in that family dispute. I have one job now, take and deliver souls to the gates upstairs or the flames below.” Y/n said as she stopped the petting allowing the hellhounds to leave her hold. The demon doesn’t understand everyone feared death,but he was so drawn to her even before his passing. She chuckled and Crowley frowned confused. “I can hear every thought you have of me,Fergus.” The Scotsmans face flushed red. “Maybe you were one of my favorite souls…maybe someday you’ll realize what you’re feeling and I might return that feeling. Until then Mr.MacLeod.” With his name left her mouth in almost a whisper as she disappeared. So much was happening that the demon could barely process its been almost three hundred years since she he last heard her voice and when he does it’s to tell him about the unknown. Crowley didn’t know what she meant about his feelings. Although it was peculiar no one wished to be in deaths precise longing for her touch and cold lips to steal their life away.
Four years past til he finally spoke with her again . The birth of Lucifer’s vessel and the the darkening of his soul with the blood of a demon. Crowley watched as she stood outside of the burning house the eyes of the oldest Winchester staring through her with lose and hatred. She walked to the remaining Winchester’s her movement smooth as if she wasn’t taking steps,but floating. She brushed the small tuffs of hair from the infants forhead and wiped the tears from the child’s face. Y/n almost wanted to weep for them she can see every death they’d experience weather it be their own or those they love dying before them. She smiled as them she saw their souls or more what they’re souls will become they were just like her brothers,but with a sigh she stepped back the Winchester brothers will grow to hate her like everyone…everyone except one whiskey drinking demon.
“Well hello love.” They sat togther in a bar one seat between them as he drunk from a glass while she played with the rim of her’s. “Why hello there. What do I owe the pleasure?” She hummed still playing with her mug if ale. “Just thought we could get some alone time since this is one of the few times I see you without a deal involved. I am off the clock after all.” He chuckled,but a victorious smile overtook his face as she gave off a soft laugh as well. “Well,darling I a very busy angel. Souls to reap and reapers under my thumb. Never time to rest.” She gave a false pout.Crowley was about to say something when a extremely drunk man ran into the counter space between them spouting drunk nonsense. “Just oonnnnee more driiink, daaave. I g*hick* got the cash!~” His words dragged as the king of hell looked at him disgusted about to kill him when the h/c angel lifted her hand motioning for him to stop. She slid the drink she was playing with infront of him just as the bartender sat the same think down it fazing togther as one. “This is you last drink. Then I’m kicking you out.” The bartender,Dave, grumbled before walking away the drunk took the mug drank in big gulps. Crowley looked into her lifeless e/c eyes with confusion as the man finished the drink. He stumbled away from the bar top before falling forward his body lurching as he puked in a puddle under him his face submerged in it as he chocked himself with his own vomit. “Death or should I say myself? I always make my course. You killing him would have deprived him of his punishment his…gluttony.” She huffed as she reached over towards Crowley swipping his drink finishing it off even though the brown liquid turned to ash on her tounge.
Crowley gazed never faltered from her face. “I think after four years I know what I’m feeling for you. It’s love isn’t it? No matter how much time has pasted us I long to be with you to feel your touch upon me.” He reached out to grab her hand,but a force stopped him. “I’d kill you,Fergus. I’m going to apologize for it now. I’m sorry that you fell for me,but I’m not sorry I fell for you. Though we can’t be together. I’m death and until you take your final leave from this earth we can’t be together.” Y/n’s eyes were filled with sorrow as she knew it would be long before they can be together since he’s a demon in hell a place she can’t enter their only interaction is limited to earth. “We love eachother we’ve just come to terms with that why can’t you just take me sooner then expected,love? Isn’t there a why I can be more reckless” She shook her head with a sigh. “It not like the movies nothing with change when you will die and your time in long ways from here. It’s truly disheartening when two people love each other and can’t make that work…that’s a real tragedy.” Standing from her stool walking over the man’s body that was being treated by emt she stopped in the doorway to look at him this was probably breaking some rule her father had in place. “I suggest you stick close to those Winchester’s they often attract trouble…I won’t be far when they’re involved.” With that she was gone. She didn’t tell him that with time being involved with them will kill him,but it was setting him on their course.
Y/n looked at Kelly she was a nice woman and the angel could feel the life in her stomach she brushed her hand on the surface of the tight bulging skin. Feeling the energy her nephew held he kicked as he felt hers in return. The years have been eventful to say the least the archangel was far more busy now that she no longer had her three of her four horsemen now dawning all of the rings since she just didn’t trust Billy with the death one yet. She’s been watch from the sidelines seeing her brothers torment the Winchester’s as she sat in the distance unable to face them until it was their time. Y/n didn’t shed a tear when Lucifer stabbed Gabriel because nothing could hide from death not even her trickster older brother. The Winchester’s have seen her often having died more then once. Then finally the only thing on her mind she thinks about on a daily Crowley today was the day and she was waiting for him. Removing her hand from the pregnant woman’s stomach she frowned at what she was about to do,but birthing a nephilim was sure to kill her. The little one in her absorbing in these last few weeks the remainder of her soul leaving her weak. Y/n reached forward and dug her hand into her the woman howled in pain as a painful contraction worse then the others riooled though her body. Starting the process of killing the mother while the child was inside was always difficult especially if the unborn were to live.
The Winchester’s are outside fighting with Lucifer and the h/c archangel appears their seeing the fight Crowly doing a ritual to close the rift. He faces the blonde angel admiring that he would lose,but he will enjoy wiping that smug smile. Y/n appears next to him her hand encasing his over the handle of the blade knowing this would be the think to kill him as they both drive the angel blade into him a smile over coming his face as he looked into those eyes he loved. He died in a sacrifice way to lock up Lucifer not how he saw himself going out as his chest deflated and his body went lack a kiss was press to his lips in a chast kiss.
The woods were dark and almost lifeless,but with the howls and sounds of horror said otherwise. This was the place that held within it monsters. “Hello,darling.Welcome to purgatory. ” He turned around and there she was. Her s/c seeming to glow in a soft light that didn’t really come from any direction. With slow strids she walked closer to him and without hesitating she pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss filled with want. Crowley was sure that if it could it would kill him again with how it felt,but high off of the feeling her pushed back with equal enthusiasm. Their lives were filled with nothing,but blood,death,and danger. Even with all of the sins of hell and the grief of death…The found Love Among Tragedies.
Apparently, I’m a wordy bish when it comes to smut! I hope that’s great news for you!
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The air in the room has completely changed. You provide a small smile that reaches your eyes when the full realization sets in that Crowley wants you completely. One night with you will never be enough for him.
He grabs one of your nearby kitchen towels to clean his face. “I’m serious, Kitten,” Crowley continues, rising off the kitchen floor. “My entire being has been aching for you for far too long. I haven’t felt like this for anyone - not since I was still human. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I can take care of you. Keep you safe. I can be true to you,” he divulges. “I’ve wanted you since you first called me for help. Your babbling was absolutely adorable, and I knew right then and there that I would be willing to give my life to keep you safe.”
Before he has a chance to profess anything else, you’re on him. His sandalwood cologne drifts around you. Kissing him passionately, your hands drift up to his beard before moving into his hair again. He relishes the feeling of your body pressed against him. He allows his right hand to caress the base of your head, willing himself not to tug your hair. His other hand presses against the small of your back, closing any remaining space between you.
He wets his lips before he connects with yours in an unbelievably soft caress. Crowley painstakingly savors this moment before it’s gone from him forever. Your kiss cures him of every sin he’s made for centuries.
If he could harness the power of time, he’d stop everything in the universe to devour your love in this kiss. If nothing ever progressed between you, he’d content himself knowing he’d had you here, providing him with the luxury of vulnerability.
He pulled back, searching for signs on your face to slow down or stop. But you were there searching his eyes as well, pleading for him to return to you. That’s all the indication he needed.
Summary: This chapter provides a glimpse of Crowley’s friendship with you. I hope you don’t feel he’s too out of character. My goal was to add a new layer to who he is - his more human side coming into play here. This story lets us see a side of Crowley he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.
ALSO!!! I’ve completed the entirety of this series today. So the plan is you get this chapter now and then tomorrow you get the last two as a two-fer!
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The jarring sound of the timer makes you jump. “Oh! Uh, I guess dinner’s ready. It might be good to put a little food on top of the whiskey,” you say as your face goes flush. Dammit.
Crowley looks at you before he recovers himself. “Yeah. Can’t have you being a sloppy drunk my first time here.”
You both laugh and chat together over your comfort food. You find the conversation easy. It’s nice discussing things not related to hunting. It almost feels like life before everything turned upside for you.
It must have been nearly an hour before your chair became uncomfortable. Trying to readjust yourself, “you want to go watch some TV? My ass is starting to hurt in this chair,” you laugh.
“Sure, Love. Let me just get these dirty dishes squared away.” He picks up your plate and utensils along with his own and places them in the sink.
Right as you move to the kitchen island to watch him clean the dishes, he snaps his fingers, and now everything is pristine and put in their rightful spots. He turned around to give you that cocky smile of his, complete with one eyebrow raised.
Scrunching your nose again, you let out a huff in disappointment. “Well, that’s just cheating,” you pout.
After a while, Crowley places his arm next to yours on the armrest. You can feel him watching you for a reaction. Determined, you don’t give in to his game.
You move your arm closer to the middle so your palm can rest on the gear shift that divides you. Crowley’s little finger grazes across your hand during the movement as you try not to notice. He leaves his hand where it is, lightly touching your wrist as he looks out his window.
A few minutes go by. If only you could see Crowley’s face now, you would see a smiling man. Even while he’s earned the silent treatment from you, he can’t help but smile, knowing you didn’t jerk your hand away. He dares not move it now. He’ll happily take any tiny brush of your skin against his.
Despite yourself, you pull your arm back into the armrest, your skin still gliding across his hand. You just wanted to be mad at him and all the shit that went down last night. Yet, here you are, looking for your next contact high with him. When did you become such an addict for him?
Reasoning that you’re still not creating space between the two of you, Crowley pretended to stretch his arms and fingers. He brought his arm back down to its original area, but this time, his extended fingers overlapped yours experimentally.
You waited a moment to see if it were accidental, but he never removed it. You looked down at your hands and then glanced at Crowley. Of course, he continued to look out the window. That ass. You kept yours underneath his hand as your heart picked up its pace.
For anyone interested in a friends to lovers reader insert with Crowley from Supernatural, I got you!
This is my first ever fanfic! Crowley deserved better and I don’t think I’ll ever be over it. You will see italicized words and sentences. These are the internal thoughts of the reader.
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Author Notes:
You’ve been working closely with Crowley for over a year. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself falling him.
One night while celebrating with all 4 members of Team Free Will, you decide to find a little bedroom fun from the bar. That is, until Crowley ruins it for you. Can he get back in your good graces?
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The hunt had been quick and mostly painless. For the first time in ages, you couldn’t complain too much. The Winchesters felt like this was a good time as any to celebrate. Had they been anyone else, you wouldn’t have trusted them enough to go to the bar. But as life would have it, you’ve worked with them on cases in the deep south for the past 6 years.
Sitting at the bar, you think back to the early days of working together. Along with working with the Winchester men, you often found yourself teamed up with their friend Castiel. The most surprising of all was when they introduced you to Crowley. The moment they uttered “King of Hell,” your mouth dropped in disbelief. Before you started asking questions, Dean already started his spiel.
“Hey, look, I’m cool with it. Really,” you soothed their collective anxiety. Dean, Sam, Cas, and Crowley all stared in confusion at you. You shrugged. “What? You have a reason for working with him, right? And from what I gather, y'all have been doing it for years. Y'all have taken on Lilith and won. You’ve been in the damn middle of a gods’ conference and survived. Not to shortchange Crowley here,” you nodded an acknowledgment towards the demon, “but dollars to donuts you could have ended him many times over and you haven’t. On top of that, I believe y'all wouldn’t let us meet each other if you thought he’d try to harm me anytime soon. So when I say I’m cool with it, I am. Because I trust both of y'all.”
Crowley briefly appraised you before a quick raise of his eyebrows and a small smirk. “Oh, I think I like her. She’s actually intelligent. Although, she is wrong in thinking either of you could’ve taken my life. Nevertheless, I’m surprised you three don’t work with her more.”
You required extra help over the past eighteen months from the Winchester boys after an uptick of cases in the Southeast. Occasionally, they wouldn’t be able to make it down from the Midwest with their own sets of problems. They gave you Crowley’s number after they couldn’t get in touch with Cas. Sure beats trying to get all the necessary ingredients to summon him the old fashioned way.
The phone rang and rang. You were about to hang up and prepare your bags for another solo hunt. “What?!” an agitated voice bellowed as you heard a man whimpering in the background.
