Random Oneshots and Imagines

Miracles - Anthony J Crowley x GN Reader

David Tennant is the sole reason this exists.

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"Why is your hair so soft?" Your mumbled voice, barely audible from where your head was curled into Crowley's shoulder.

"Well, when you're alive for thousands of years, you know how to fix it."

"Liar," you mumbled, pulling your hands out of Crowley's hair, where they had previously been running through it, "You can just miracle it."

"Why would I lie to you?" Crowley asked, a small smirk making its way on the corner of his mouth.

"You're a demon, you lie all the time," you sighed, getting up from your shared couch and walking towards the fridge of your apartment, "I'll ask Azi, see if he knows the truth."

"Don't call the angel," Crowley groaned, standing up hastily and tripping over his feet as he made his way towards you.

"Fuck the angel," he muttered, his hands finding their place on your waist, as he kissed your neck sweetly.

"Stop distracting me," you laughed, trying to pull away from his grip. "I'm just trying to get a drink, Crowley."

"I'm just doing my job, darling," his finger curling under your chin, moving your head so that your eyes met his black sunglasses. "I'm supposed to be a temptation."

Shaking your head you pulled away, leaving him pouting as he tried to place a kiss on your lips, missing and placing it on your cheek.

Shaking your head you smiled, muttering under your breath, "Clingy demon."

"Fine!" Crowley groaned, throwing his hands up in the air as you tried to hide your laugh, "I do miracle it!"

"I knew it," you told him, pecking his cheek as you walked by, getting a class from the kitchen cabinet.

"Want to go to the park later this evening?" Crowley asked, hope tinting his voice.

"If you quit yelling at your plants I will," sipping at your drink as you eyed the plants in the corner, that seemed to relax in relief hearing you say it.

"Darling they won't grow then," Crowley complained as he led you to the couch, collapsing down onto it and pulling you to lay on top of him.

Pausing for a minute your eyes lit up, a new idea coming to you, "Fine, let me drive to the park."

Crowley lowered his sunglasses, meeting your eyes with his yellow ones, "Absolutely not."

Staring at him you waited expectantly knowing that at any moment now.

"Fine," Crowley groaned, "you can drive, but not fast."

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"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," you smirked as Crowley glared, handing you the keys to the Bentley parked out front.

"Oh believe me, I know," he told you unenthusiastically, opening the car door on his side and buckling in.

"Don't look at me like that, Anthony," you told him as you revved the engine, buckling in and adjusting your mirrors and everything else.

"I'm just worried." He pulled out a Queen cassette from the dashboard storage, putting it into the player.

"Yes, I'm aware that this car is your most prized possession and your child," you pulled out before he could say anything else. "But I would hope that you would have a little faith in me."

Silence filled the car beside the Queen song playing in the background, "Okay, maybe faith wasn't the best choice of words."

Both of you broke into laughter as Crowley seemingly had all of his worries washed away, seeing that you were driving perfectly fine, taking even more precautions than normal.

Crowley took out his phone, texting Aziraphale something about meeting for lunch later in the week, as you hummed along to the music paying attention to the road which was luckily very clear compared to normal.

"We're here," you nudged Crowley quickly before planting it back on the wheel, "Where do you want me to park?"

"You can choose," he smiled, you narrowly catching it from the corner of your eye as you looked for a spot.

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"That wasn't to bad, was it?" You teased, linking your arm with Crowley's as you walked to your normal bench, overlooking the stone path, where you could people watch.

"You did lovely," Crowley turned to kiss you sweetly, pulling away quickly, not wanting to show too much affection in public. "But I'm driving back."

"Fine, tempter," you playfully sneered as Crowley hummed in response, placing a quick kiss on your forehead.

The two of you settled on the park bench in comfortable silence, merely enjoying the others presence, past the point of your relationship to be worried by such things.

You turned to meet Crowley's welcome eyes staring at you from behind his dark glasses. His hand moving to stroke your hair before making its way to your face lingering on your jaw.

Smiling softly, the world seemed lost around you, the only focus of yours the red headed demon that laid in front of you. "I love you."

"I love you too," Crowley told you, his hand moving to your neck to pull you into a kiss, short and sweet but as loving as every other.

You broke away as Crowley looked around, making sure no one way paying attention as he miracled a picnic basket into his hand, you knowing better than to question the rules of miracles by now.

He pulled out a sandwich, handing it to you as you watched over the people walking on the path before you.

"Look at all those people." You said aloud. "They must have it so boring, no demons constantly in their lives, meanwhile I have my own personal one."

"Didn't know that was something to be proud of, darling," Crowley smirked, his hand moving to rest on your leg.

"Probably not by I love my demon, he's the most handsome fellow in the universe," you told him, before jesting, "Did you know he made most of the stars?"

"Really?" Crowley raised his eyebrows, going along with the joke.

"Mmm, yes, he never shuts up about it," you laughed as he leaned forward quickly, shutting you up with a kiss.

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Expect this book to just be David Tennant because I literally have a David Tennant shrine <3