Your gun clicked as you switched off the safety and spun to aim right at the chest of the man who had just appeared inside your hotel room.
He smiled at you and his eyebrows lifted. "Sorry to startle," he said.
You lowered your weapon and sighed. "You must be Crowley. Sam and Dean said you'd probably be showing up soon."
"Yes, well, I do have a vested interest in the current catastrophe," he said, pacing forward casually and glancing around at the garish decor of the cheap motel room, wrinkling his nose a bit.
You replaced your gun on the table beside you and crossed you arms, eyeing him warily. "You might as well come sit down. They won't be back for a while. Drink?" you asked, opening the mini-fridge behind you and pulling out a beer.
Crowley took a seat in the overstuffed chair in the corner. "Unless you have aged single malt Scotch in that cold box I think I'll conjure my—" he broke off suddenly and you smiled.
"Problem?" you asked.
He was trying to conjure a drink for himself but it wasn't working. He quickly realized what that meant and you confirmed it for him by walking straight over to where he was sitting and kicking over the corner of the rug to reveal the Devil's Trap under his seat.
"Oops," you said softly, clearly pleased with yourself. Your face was rather close to his as you straightened up and to your surprise Crowley smiled too.
"Beautiful and smart. We're going to get along just fine, darling," he said.
You straightened up, somewhat surprised by his reaction and the fluttering it produced in your chest. You cleared your throat and went back to the fridge, lifting up a bottle of Glenlivet. "We did come prepared actually," you said. You poured him a glass and handed it to the demon.
"Perfect. What hospitality," Crowley relied, still smiling at you. "I'll just pretend I never saw that trap."
Prompt: "Beautiful and smart. We're going to get along just fine."
A/N: I was craving writing some Crowley today for Supporting Character Saturday! Enjoy, loves!
To say today had been challenging was an understatement. Nothing particularly bad had happened. The mix of work and anxiety had me in a spiral, wanting to go home and curl up away from the world. After finishing my shift, I trudged home in the pouring rain, the sound of droplets on my hood keeping me grounded. I knew Crowley wouldn't have had any issue picking me up but it felt like a burden and my head was telling me he'd be annoyed if I asked. So I settled for the walk in the dingy weather.
Dodging puddles, I yanked my coat collar around my throat, shivering as raindrops trickled down my face, leaving tear-like streaks on my cheeks. Luckily the bag containing my laptop and books had been miracled by Aziraphale to stay waterproof and protected by any weather. Despite the calm look on my face, the bustle and noise of the streets had my eyes darting around. My heart thundered in my chest as the bookshop came into view, looking as beautiful as ever. I sped up, gasping as people barged into me in their rush.
With clenched, freezing hands, I shoved open the heavy wooden door and huffed out a sigh, slamming it behind me and locking out the world. My forehead reacted against the hardwood as I flipped the sign to 'closed'. I knew nobody would be in the shop, especially if Aziraphale had anything to do with it.
After a few minutes of unmoving silence, I wandered to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. A good cup of tea made everything better. There was no sign of the angel or demon as I walked through our home so I settled for one cup. Moving around the familiar space, my mind zoned out and I was set on autopilot.
I jumped out of my head as the sound of shattering filled the room. Shards of delicate, precious china scattered over the floor the beautiful flower pattern ruined. Anger and irritation flooded through me as I glared at the mess. Tears gathered in my eyes as I rushed to clean it, guilt crawling up my spine.
With trembling hands, I gathered some of the shards together to throw them away whilst trying to ignore the feeling rising man my throat.
"Love, let me take that from you." I froze as the Angel's voice floated through the silence. I hadn't even noticed him arrive home. With a quick shake of my head, I walked to the bin to throw them away but flinched as a large shard sliced my palm.
"Oh Y/N, you've cut your hand now." He tutted, reprimanding my stubbornness but I couldn't look at him. Instead, I trudged to the sink, rinsing the gash with a hiss and wrapping it in a towel. A warm hand rested against my icy shoulder as I watched the blood run down the drain.
"Darling, you need to let us help you." Crowley followed not far behind the angel with a disapproving look on his slender face. I watched silently as he unwrapped the bloody towel and grabbed the first aid kit to clean it properly. By this point, Aziraphale had cleaned up the remainder of the cup and droplets of blood from the tiles.
"You should really be more careful Love," The angel stood making hot chocolate, concern painting his face. I nodded silently, biting back a sob as tears filled my eyes. My chest began to heave as the demon bandaged my palm.
Only when a tear splashed on his hand did he realise the streaks on my face and the heads of my breaths as my good hand clutched the countertop, knuckles turning white. I stared straight ahead at his jacket, frustrated with myself. I squeezed my eyes shut, begging the tears to stop but it only worsened as waves of anxiety and guilt crashed over me.
Crowley caught me by my elbows to steady me as the first sobs escaped, swaying as my senses erupted with overstimulation. With ringing ears, I tried to listen as he spoke but words seemed to bleed into each other.
The only clear sound was my wails and whimpers as I tried to breathe, the room closing on me. Embarrassment filled me as I clawed at Crowley's chest, pulling him as close as physically possible so I didn't feel like I was sinking. Slender fingers passed me to chubbier ones as the blur of beige of Aziraphale's jacket came into view.
"Softly now, Love," he whispered into my ear. My breath caught in my throat as I cried into his chest which I had all but fallen into. The hum of his voice vibrated through my body as his fingers traced patterns on my back, the other hand smoothing down my hair. I couldn't help but feel bad for cuddling him when he was warm and soft and I was cold and soaked but he didn't seem to mind.
Warmth flowed over me and I looked down to find myself in Crowley's black sweater and Aziraphale tartan pyjama pants. I hummed thanks to the angel as my sobs died down into silent tears and hiccups. I clenched my fingers into his waistcoat, knees trembling and head pounding with such ferocity that I felt nauseous.
"Now, Love, whatever managed to get you in this state?" His voice was gentle, ringing softly in my ear, the definition of angelic.
"Rough day is all." My voice was exhausted and small as I muttered against his chest.
"Did something happen, Darling?" I shook my head, taking note of the pissed-off tone in his voice. "You know I'll be the first to punish them if you need me to."
"Nothing happened, 'just been a bad day." I drew patterns on his chest. "All day I've had this niggling feeling in my chest and small things have built up and then when the cup smashed it was just the last straw." I trailed off, new tears dripping off my cheeks. "Didn't mean to break it Azira, just lost focus and-" His soft hushing cut me off as his fingers scratched gently at my scalp.
"You don't need to apologise, Love, as long as your okay." The relief that overtook my system was ridiculously strong and deep down I knew he wasn't really fussed about the cup but I needed to hear it. "It's just a cup. It is replaceable whereas you are not." I dismissed the flush on my cheeks as I pulled away from his chest, looking up at him. Sparkling blue eyes stared down at me with a soft smile as I rubbed my thumb over his cheek.
"Why don't we go and get comfortable whilst our angel finishes that drink, Darling?" I nodded, pressing a kiss to Aziraphale's cheek before taking Crowley's hand and following him to the bedroom.
Flinging his sunglasses on the bedside table, he sat on the edge of the bed. Serpent eyes looked up at me expectantly and though I tried to stop it, my bottom lip trembled. His arms stretched open for me and I fell into them with a cry of anguish.
His slender arms wrapped my legs around him so we were chest to chest, hands holding me tightly around him as I cried into his neck. My cry in the kitchen had been one Of pain, panic, anger and frustration at myself and the world. But this one was relief, pent-up emotion and overwhelming gratitude to my two celestials. I let myself into him, neither of us paying mind to my echoing wails or the tears that soaked his collar. Not even the way my cries shook both of our bodies.
Somehow, none of these things annoyed the demon who merely dismissed it for comforting me. Once I settled down, I lay boneless against him, head on his shoulder and body slouching whilst I caught my breath. I shifted my head to look up at him with puffy, tired eyes. My shaking hand rubbed his cheek, thumb grazing his cheekbone as he smiled down at me, letting his eyes flutter shut.
The shuffle of slippers at the door brought us back to reality but I didn't want to shift. Three steaming cups were placed on the nightstand before the bed dipped beside us.
"Feeling any better Darling?" The softness in the demon's voice caught me off guard for a second. I hummed out a yes, not having the energy for a better response, blinking tiredly as the world finally slowed down.
"Let's hop into bed whilst Crowley gets changed, Love." I nodded, crawling off his lap and flopping dramatically in the middle of the bed, beside a pyjama-clad angel. The fresh hot chocolate was placed in my hands once I sat up. I smiled as the heat seeped into my skin, sighing in delight as the sweet liquid ran down my throat. The two chuckled and Crowley climbed in beside me, gulping down his drink, mostly to appease Azira. The heat didn't bother him, it had no effect against hellfire.
A comfortable silence filled the room as we finished our drinks, basking in each other's company for a few moments. Rather quickly my eyes began to feel heavier. The cup was slipped from my grasp as I wiggled down under the covers, Crowley pressed reassuringly against my back.
"Hey Azira," I whispered, tapping his shoulder hesitantly. "Will you read to me?" The uncertainty dissipated immediately when he broke out in a smile and miracled a book with the flourish of his hand.
"It would be my pleasure, Love, do cuddle down and relax." The three of us got comfortable and I held Crowley's hand that draped over my waist as Aziraphale's voice floated to my ears, and the story began.
All three of us knew I wouldn't last long but he still happily read, knowing it would calm me and I might rest properly. And rightfully so, writhing minutes I had drifted off beside my two favourite beings.
Would anyone be interested if I started to write for a couple more characters other than Snape? Nothing crazy to begin with but I do have a few Lucius one shots I’d love to post on here.
Characters I’m primarily interested in would be Lucius Malfoy, Crowley (supernatural) and Dean Winchester (Supernatural).
Leave a like if this is something you’d be interested in!
Also feel free to comment any more character suggestions for me to consider.
"Don't sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me."
"Because I don't." I said while closing the door behind me.
"Aw, and here I was about to tell you I missed you." Crowley said with his typical smile.
Ignoring his provocations, I looked around the hotel room and to my surprise, saw no sign of the Winchesters.
"Where are Sam and Dean?" I asked with suspicion.
"They left about 10 minutes ago, darling. Said they'd be back shortly."
"You gotta be kidding me..." I let out as I sighed.
My history with Sam and Dean dated back to when I had come across them during a case we unknowingly worked on together. Ever since that day, we had never hunted together again; that is, until I had received an unexpected call from Dean to tell me he and his brother needed my help on a particularly tough one; I had accepted right away, not only because I wanted to help them, but also because a part of me wanted to see them again. However, there was a catch. A guest, to our investigation team. A guest I also had the unfortunate chance of meeting in the past: the very King of Hell, Crowley. I had looked beyond his presence and told the Winchesters I was on board, despite having to work with him.
But now that I was face-to-face with him again, in a hotel room where it was just the two of us, I began regretting my decision. I pretended as if he was not there and walked to a table, which was thankfully far enough away from the sofa on which he was sitting. I opened my bag and pulled out my laptop.
Let's do some last-minute research while waiting for Sam and Dean to return.
But before I had time to even open a tab, I felt a presence behind me.
"Really, dear? You're not even going to ask me how I'm doing, after all this time?" Crowley asked in a teasing voice.
"How's Hell, Crowley?" I uninterestingly asked with a sigh without turning to look at him.
"Fine, thank you." He responded with contentment. "And how are you? Still not determined to sell me your soul?"
Growing tired of his taunting, I turned around in my chair to look at him.
"Listen, Crowley, I'm not here to—"
I cut myself short, seeing the demon had vanished and was no longer behind me. I turned back around, only to see him on the other side of the table, holding my computer in his hands, wearing a satisfied smile.
"You give me my PC back right now, Crowley." I ordered him as I stood up. "Or else I'm gonna—"
"You're gonna what?" He fired back provocatively.
I looked him in the eyes and scoffed.
If you insist on messing with me so much, two can play at that game...
Without a word, I confidently walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his coat, before pushing my lips against his. I took this chance to snatch my computer from his hands, before pulling away.
"That." I said with an inciting smile.
As I made my way back to the table, my cheeks flushed, Crowley scoffed.
He scoffed sarcastically befor taking his eyes off of her. With a small eye role he looked at his glas that still contained a little bit of his favorite whiskey. He raised his hand a little higher to take a sip of his beloved scottish drink. She raised an eyebrow before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "OH.", she exclaimed as she noticed what was going on. The King sweeped the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip to catch the last bit of the golden liquid before turning his head back in her direction. The demon lifted his chin slightly and looked down on his old buissenes partner over the tip of his nose. After he squinted his eyes a little she began to smirk. "Wow. So no shouting, or cynic comments? No insults? Nothing?", there was a tone in her voice that almost sounded like muking. "That's new.", "Please.", the king of the fallen began to spat. As he turned his lower body to his throne, still keeping the eye contact, the sound of two metal doors shooting open stopped him.
On of his, extremely nervous looking, minos stumbled into the throne room. "You-your highness.", the lower demon began to stutter but held his breath when he saw first, the anger in his face and second, the company he was with. "M-my-my Quee-queen.", the minon breathed out in shock. "Why are you interrupting me?", the King finally spoke out making the poor demon flinch when his rusty voice shuddered through the room. The minon began to stutter and ramble on about how sorry he is for interrupting and he didn't knew that his boss had company. Crowleys impatients was tested once again. He leaned back with a dramatic eye role and a deep inhale. His beloved, (temporarily) Queen tho began to giggle quietly. Sometimes the King had the suspension that demons feared her more then him. "Spit it out, you pigeon! What do you want?", he finally snapped. The raised, rusty voice of the King send a slight shiver down her spine. "It's you-your mother, your majesty. She is on her way.", the spooked demon finally said. The half-demon turned to the King and frowned. "Mother? You have a mother?", she asked raising another eyebrow. After that sentence she was sure that something sarcastic would be thrown at her from the Kimg of Hell but as she looked at his face she could read an odd expression in it. "Bollocks", Crowley swore under his breath.
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When your mom made a deal with the demon Crowley, your mom thought you were just wiped from the earth. Your mom made a deal to find true love which you thought was stupid since you thought at 8 the true love was between parent and child but that thought was shattered the day of the deal.
Now at 14 you had learnt parents don’t always love their children but also that not all parents are biological. Crowley or Papa Crowley as you call him had not wiped you off earth but instead sent you to a small house in the woods just for you and him. He let you decorate your room how you wanted it and even adopted you and took you to school every school day. You got to play sports and even have friends over.
When Crowley took over as leader of the demons he was still there at every game, play and dance recital, he still took you to school and helped you with homework. No matter how busy he got, his first priority was and is always you.
Papa Crowley and his human child against the world.
I don't want to burn you out on Leon, lol. I saw you actually write for a lot of fandoms I'm in too! #29 in wordless ways to say I love you would be cute with Crowley from Good Omens 💕
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29. Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.
50 WORDLESS WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU
You could hear by the way the door shut that Crowley had had a hard day. You didn't even bother getting up from the couch to greet him, he stomped up to where you were sitting and stood at the doorway to the room. You looked up from your book and raised an eyebrow.
"Hello," he said stoutly.
"Hello," you said back. You let out a very minimal sigh and stood up, walking over to him. You took off his glasses so that you could clearly see his eyes that were wide as you stared into them. You brushed a piece of hair out of his face and put the glasses on the top of his head. "Care to tell me what's wrong?"
"Not quite yet. I have yet to mellow in it."
"Of course. Just let me know when you decide to be extra annoyed about it hm?"
"Oh I'm sure you'll hear about it. Did you restock the fridge?"
