SUMMARY
One Direction's tour bus sits idle in a Nando's car park, and the boys' wait for Niall to return with their meal after a busy night performing on stage for their thousands of fans. Little do they know, the King of the Crossroads lingers in the shadows, hoping to score a deal with a gullible drunkard.. or perhaps a member of one of the famous boybands on the planet.
A/N BEFORE READING
🎶 Crowley x One Direction (Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson mentioned)
🎶 word count: 1249
🎶 King of the Crossroads era
🎶 content disclaimer: mild sexual language
I've been a One Direction fan for over a decade, so I thought I'd try writing a cross-fandom fic where I could explore what it would be like if One Direction existed within the Supernatural universe.. and came across my fave, Crowley! This was more for my own entertainment than anything else, but for the handful of people who love Supernatural AND 1D.. you're welcome 🤗
I usually write x fem!reader's, so if that's more your thing..
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In the early hours of the morning, the King of the Crossroads loiters amongst the woodland beside a Nando's carpark. He had been scoping the area all evening, and has scored a couple of deals with those wading in and out of the restaurant. He had granted wishes for financial success, the reciprocation of unrequited love and many more that are too specific to generalise. The mortals were all too eager to hand over their soul in exchange for ten years of a life they've always wanted.. a tempting transaction for easily influenced drunkards.
Now the late night hustle and bustle has calmed down, the carpark is deserted. Crowley sees this as his cue to head back and report the souls he has been promised to Hell's headquarters. He brings his thumb to his middle finger, moments away from snapping and disappearing, when a black bus slowly pulls into the empty parking lot.
Crowley's hand lowers. Curiously, he watches as the bus parks haphazardly near the building to the restaurant. A couple of minutes later, the door to the bus opens and a young man hops down from the steps that lead to the gravel ground.
Two others hang outside of the window of the the bus, and yell at the young man who meanders towards the restaurant's entrance. The young man turns back and laughs heartily at whatever is being shouted his way, before disappearing behind closed doors.
The faces of the young men are recognisable. They're famous faces. Perhaps faces Crowley has seen on magazine covers in waiting rooms of business men who have sold their souls for riches, or billboards that he just so happened to look up at with mild interest.
Ah, Crowley thinks to himself. One Direction.. the biggest boyband on the planet right now, supposedly. Bollocks to that.
Crowley knows them, but he doesn't know them like he knows other celebrities. He has dealt with a number of supposed talents who have willingly sold their souls in return for recognition from the masses. Not these young men, though. They did it all on their own.
Their music isn't Crowley's cup of tea. Not one bit.. but he is intrigued by them, nonetheless. Or at least by one member in particular.. Niall Horan.
Crowley can spot a gullible soul from a mile away. Niall's piercing blue eyes twinkle with pure credulousness, which makes him the perfect candidate.
"I'd be able to nab his soul, easy." Crowley muses to himself with a conceited jiggle of his head, and begins to make his way toward Niall as he emerges from the restaurant holding a brown bag filled with piping hot food.
"A minute of your time, mate?" Crowley asks once he is close enough, and tips his nose in the direction of the young man.
"Are y- are you talking to me?" Niall stammers slightly, peering around his shoulders before meeting Crowley's assertive gaze.
Niall surveys Crowley's attire. He is a little overdressed for a Nando's parking lot, wearing his black suit jacket with a red sheened tie tucked beneath. In comparison, Niall is casually dressed, wearing a white cotton shirt and grey sweatpants.
"You're Mr Horan, yes?" Crowley gestures to him with a slight flourish. "From One Division?"
"One Direction," Niall corrects him, and stands awkwardly before the King of the Crossroads, blissfully unaware of the fact. "Do you want an autograph for your daughter? O-or granddaughter, son.. uh, whoever. I don't think I have a pen on me."
"Good god, no." Crowley scoffs. "I was simply going to ask if you'd like to make a deal of sorts."
"Is there a bloody parrot in there?" Crowley mutters beneath his breath, and straightens his suit jacket before forcing a smile. "Yes, a deal.. a wish. Anything you'd like."
Niall blinks. "You some kind of genie, or something?"
"I suppose," Crowley hums, and tilts his head. "If a genie asked for a price."
"For Christ s—" Crowley tsks, and glances around. "Your soul, boy. Your soul, in exchange for anything you may desire."
"My s—" Niall clamps his mouth shut when Crowley gives him a warning stare, and searches for new words to say other than just repeating the ones that he hears. "I-I don't know, man."
"If you could have anything.." Crowley presses, and takes another step toward him. "What would it be?"
Niall casts a look over his shoulder at the restaurant behind him. "Free Nando's for life would honestly be pretty sick, mate."
Crowley has to hold back the guffaw that almost escapes him. Nando's? The boy could ask for the kickstart of his solo career, an embarrassing rumour to disappear from the tabloids, or to be drowned in tits and pussy.. and he wants free Nando's for life? The utter foolishness.. but a deal's a deal.
"Done," Crowley's lip curls into a smirk. "But before we can shake on it, there's just one minor detail to consi—"
"Oi! Niall, lad!" an obnoxious voice yells from the direction of the boyband's tour bus. "We're getting hungry o'er here, what's taking so long?"
"In a minute, Louis!" Niall calls back, and turns to Crowley. "Look, mate.. I gotta get back to the boys, we haven't eaten since before the show."
Crowley seems irritated, but holds up his hands in surrender. "By all means."
"Best of luck with your.." Niall's voice trails off as he tries to describe what almost conspired between them. "..whatever this is. Have a good one, yeah?"
And with that, Niall strolls towards the tour bus, completely oblivious to what almost came to fruition.
At the entrance to the tour bus, Louis waits on the second to last step as Niall begins to approach closer.
"Who was that old geezer you were talking to?" Louis gestures in the direction of Crowley, thinking that he'd still be standing there or somewhere near, but he is now nowhere to be seen.
Louis' face scrunches in confusion, and Niall wears a similar expression once he realises the mysteriously overdressed man he had left behind him moments before.. has vanished into thin air.
"I don't know, mate, honestly." Niall climbs the steps to enter the tour bus, and Louis steps backwards as he does so. "He said something about making some sort of.. wish. I asked him if he was a genie, like an absolute idiot—"
"A genie!" Louis interrupts with a barked laugh.
"I was caught off guard!" Niall responds defensively.
"Sounds proper dodgy though, that," Louis closes the door behind them. "Good thing I yelled you when I did, ey lad?"
"Yeah, Louis." Niall chuckles with a shake of his head. "Your loudness actually did come in handy for once."
"Cheeky sod," Louis mutters. "I'm not loud."
The boys' all cheer when Louis disperses the packages of food between them. It's not long until they're back on the road, and what happened in the Nando's parking lot is long forgotten amongst excitable post-performance chatter.
Meanwhile, Crowley is reporting that night's promised souls to Hell's headquarters. His ego is slightly deflated after not being able to obtain the soul of a member from one of the biggest boybands on the planet - that would have scored him major points with his superiors. Perhaps he'd even be considered for a promotion.. but alas, that loud-mouthed prat had intercepted before it could be sealed.
However, Crowley can't complain. Fifty odd souls in one night is nothing to be sniffed at.
Maybe, if the universe is on his side, he'll come across One Direction again on one of his nightly scours for souls.
And then, just maybe.. Niall and the King of the Crossroads can finish what they had started.
