Love in 500 Years |-Crowley x Reader-|

5. 1837

|-ANTHONY J CROWLEY-|

I had to ask.

I didn't want to ask.

And I definitely didn't want to ask her.

But there wasn't much of a choice.

Meeting up with an angel was risky enough.
But falling in love, with two of them at that, is even worse.

I knew that if I didn't, Hell would get it first.

It was 1837. I didn't love 1837, but I didn't mind it.

I'd had to send a letter (since it was still a few years before either of us could get a telephone). I just had to hope she'd gotten it in time.

My breath was stolen as she approached. In the decade we'd been apart, I missed seeing her face, though I knew I shouldn't.

She didn't change much over the time. Mostly the dress. It was still white - like all the clothes I'd ever seen her in - but this time it was simpler. Not very formal. Just flowing sleeves, a corset (more for decoration that to change her figure), lacey day gloves and the same pearl necklace you wore in Paris.

She stood beside me and smiled. "Rascal."

I smiled back. "Angel."

She looked at me and scrunched her nose. "I really don't like your hair this time."

I resisted the temptation to start sulking.

"You said you needed something."

"Mh-hm."

"Are you going to tell me what it is? You know, I can't help you unless you tell me, dear."

"Assurance." I paused to consider my words. "You've said it before. The two of us, meeting like this. It's risky. It's probably what got Aziraphale killed--"

"Inconveniently discorporated." She corrected.

"He's being put on paperwork for 400 years, angel. That's a punishment for getting killed."

She didn't respond.

"I wrote it down." I continued, slipping her a folded piece of paper. "Walls have ears. Not walls, trees have ears. Ducks have ears! Do ducks have ears?" I rambled nervously. "Must do. 'S how they hear other ducks."

She looked up at me, with soft worried eyes and a furrowed brow.

"No! No, absolutely not!"

"Why not?"

"'Why not?' Crowley!" She placed her hand on my arm. "It could kill you! And I don't mean discorporate, I mean kill! Dead! Done! Gone!"

"It's not for me. For... assurance."

"Yes, you said that before, but my answer is still no. It's too dangerous!"

"And what do you care about me?" I said through my teeth. "I'm just another demon. They'll replace me."

"You're not 'just another demon'! 'Just another demon' would have discorporated me by now."

"I could do that. Anytime I wanted. Just a snap of my fingers."

I clicked my fingers, sending one of the ducks to the bottom of the pond. She glared up at me, before miracling it back to the top.

"Really," she sighed.

"Can you get it for me or not, angel?"

"I could. But I won't. I refuse to provide you with a suicide pill."

"I told you-"

"I know what you told me, Crowley. And I don't believe you. Holy water is dangerous and if it were to kill you, I-" Her voice caught in her throat slightly - "I wouldn't want to be the cause of it."

I looked down at her and frowned.

"I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't. Don't mind me, just..." She sighed. "I suppose... I don't like the idea of another demon taking your place. I'm sure you felt the same about Aziraphale."

I shrugged. "Perhaps. Although, I was never afraid you'd smite me or anything. Unless you were Michael, or another one of those wankers."

She giggled. "I suppose. It's been nice chatting with you Crowley."

"Still not going to cave?"

"Oh, absolutely not." She gave a cheeky smirk. "You shan't tempt me, foul demon."

I chuckled. "Oh, I believe I shall, my oh-so pure angel."

She laughed. "You know, rascal, I've yet to hear what happened after Edinburgh."

"Oh, it was ridiculous! C'mon, let me walk you home, I'll tell you about it."

"Alright then," she offered her arm out to me.

As we walked away together, arm-in-arm, she cast me a flirtatious glance.
And my heart skipped.

|-AUTHOR'S NOTE-|
There wasn't much I could do with this scene, so I just copied it straight from the one-shots. Next up, 1941, with a very different course.