And We Can Have Forever | A Crowley x Reader Lemon Series

No One Cares

It took someone nearly six thousand years to someone to notice that I had fallen off the celestial map. I rolled my eyes as I sat at my solitary table at the Ritz, waiting for my food. Sipping at my glass of wine, I surveyed the room. I nearly choked when I saw Crowley walk in with what was clearly an angel. 

"Excuse me?" I grabbed the nearest waiter, "Can I please get my check? I need to leave, family emergency." The waiter nodded, gave me a quick smile, and brought me a slip. I handed him a wad of cash and told him to keep the change. 

In my mad dash out the door, I happened to run into a portly banker gentleman who swore profusely even when I apologized. Both Crowley and the angel turned at the commotion, and I swore a little of my own before bolting out the door. 

I had made it only a block before the two men I was trying to avoid appeared before me. I skidded to a stop, eyes blazing behind my sunglasses. 

"Look Aziraphale," Crowley said with a grin, "Just the person I was telling you about." 

"Remarkable." The angel, Aziraphale, replied as he stared at me, "I had no idea anyone fell through the cracks." I crossed my arms, peeved beyond anything. 

"If you want to stare at something," I retorted, "I suggest you go see a movie." 

I attempted to brush past them, but Crowley held out a hand to stop me. Glaring up at the tall man, I contemplated punching him in the nose. But before I had fully convinced myself to, Aziraphale cut in. 

"I'm sorry, miss," He said politely, "We just wanted to ask you a few questions. You see, no one knew that anyone sort of, well, fell off to the side." I cocked my head at him. 

"I see." He continued, "I suggest we go somewhere to speak and have a nice cup of tea." Then he snapped his fingers and miracled the three of us into an antique book shop. 

"Look," I said defensively, "I don't want any tea. I don't want to answer any questions. I just want to go home." 

"Fine." Crowley said, plopping down in a well worn armchair, "At least tell us why you waited for so long to make yourself known." 

I raised an eyebrow, "You really want to know? Fine, I'll tell you. Neither side gave a flying fuck to follow up on who went where. I wasn't evil, I didn't deserve to be kicked out. Because no one cared, I was made into this." I pulled off my sunglasses, red eyes gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. The two men stared at me, shocked and, for once, speechless. When no one replied, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the bookshop. Fuck them all anyways.