Alone at Last

Chapter 7

Requests: Ohoo, I just read Part 6 of Alone At Last and is there going to be a 7th and 8th one, like with the wedding, and then maybe some children? I love Crowley so much. Thanks, Love. AND I'd really love to have a Crowley fic where the reader summons him but he was just in the middle of getting dressed and now stands in the room half naked. Smut would be appreciated. Could you do that?

Reader Sex: Female

Reader Gender: Female

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: This is Part 7 of the Alone At Last series and it's about the reader and Crowley's wedding. It switches between the Crowley's POV and the readers, sorry if that annoys you.

Word Count: 3,842

Warnings: Alternating POVs, smut (2 scenes), oral, blindfolding

Fic:

Crowley's POV

Crowley stands alone in front of his mirror, only dressed in his boxers, socks, and a half buttoned dress shirt. His fingers work at the buttons before he reaches for his tie, red to match Y/N's dress. As soon as he finishes the knot, his phone rings, 'Y/N' flashing across the screen.

"What's wrong Love?" Crowley asks.

"I ... I need to talk to you," she answers. Crowley's thoughts run wild. Perhaps, after all this time, Y/N has finally come to her senses and decided not to marry him after all. He wasn't sure what he would do if she decided to leave him, on today of all days. "Could you come to my room?" she asks, not giving any clues as to what she wanted to talk about.

Snapping, his fingers, he appears in the room Y/N was using to get ready only to find it empty.

Your POV

Hidden in the bathroom, you wait anxiously for Crowley to get to your room. As soon as you hear the rustle of clothes, you crack the door tentatively. "Crowley, is that you?" you ask.

"Yes Love, what's wrong?" he questions in return.

"I'm going to come out, but you have to close your eyes, ok? It's bad luck to see me before I walk down the aisle," you tell him. Crowley promises to keep his eyes closed and you decide it's safe to go to him. When you see him, you notice he's only half dressed. For some reason, it calms you to know that he was deliberately getting dressed instead of just snapping his fingers. You, on the other hand, hadn't even started to get ready yet, your nerves were getting the better of you.

Your wedding was being held in Hell, demons everywhere. What if these demons decided to take the chance to kill you? What if they refused to accept a human as their queen and rebelled? What if you did something wrong and disgraced yourself or your new husband? What if you caused Crowley to lose his throne and he blamed you for the rest of his life? All these questions and more ran through your head like a broken record.

"Crowley, are you sure you want to do this?" you ask. You move to stand in front of him, taking his hand.

"I've never wanted anything more in my life," Crowley answers, a smile crossing his lips for a brief moment, "You're not getting cold feet are you?"

"I want to marry you," you tell him, "But the closer I get, the more nervous I get."

"There's nothing to be nervous about," he says, wrapping his arms around you.

"Yeah, I'm a hunter, you're a demon, we're getting married in Hell," you say, "Why would I be nervous about any of that?"

"Do you love me?" Crowley questions.

"Well yes, but -" you begin, but Crowley cuts you off.

"But nothing," Crowley states. His eyes flick open for just a second and you instantly cover them with your hand.