𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 (Crowley X OC) {Good Omens} |ON HOLD|

ԋσɾʂҽʂԋσҽʂ?

"While the o̷̘̝͔̪̟͉͕͋͂̊̎t̴̢͚̮̗̠̮̒̀͂͌̋͐͆͠h̴̨̡̡̗̩͚̮̥͔̜̀ë̷̩̰͎́͌̈́̌̆̉̽͑̕r̴̡̯̰͕̘̜̯̎̔̎̈̐s̶̳̱̦̟̻̺̏̋͂͒̏̍͊͒̔̽ go around creating c̴̢̮͍̦̙̻̫̝͛͗̈̑͊͋̋͗̉͘h̷͚͓̝̠̟̫̳̹̀á̸̢̙͙̻̠̻̖̝̥̋̕͜͝ȏ̸̝̤̮̻̘͋͊̽͑̄̃̇̈́͜s̷̼͈̫̙͌̆̚͝, I create ö̶̧̼̤͈̺̣͉́̊̈́̇ͅr̴̛̻͉̉͂̐d̴̘͓͙̠̥̦̓̄̀̍͜͜ḛ̴̡̳̜͙̖͎̣̓̒r̴̟̥͍̥̻͒͋̀̀͑́͝ in a chaotic way. I am n̶̹̲̰͛o̶̦̫̫̣̓͋͗̀̋͆̈́͜t̴͍̪̮̰̱͑̄̑͂̈͝ i̷͇̻͛̑͆̈̉̌͗͒̐̉n̶̛̠̍̎̒̓̉̒̈͐̕e̶̢̢̤͉̱͖̎͊̆͋̓́͋̃̈́̈͜v̸͖̞̫̤̦̄ī̵͖̳̳͍̮̹̪t̸̟̖͎͈͍̻̦̖̠͗͛̌̀͌̆̉̚̕͠a̸̲͑̂́̈̔̿̇̍͗͝b̸̛̼̫̭̼̻̏̾̄̚͜l̶͙͖͉̍͂͋̏ͅe̷͉͙̲̱̦͔̟͕̠̰͂̉.̷̢̲͕̺̙̊͒͋͂̂̒͘͝""

~Adrestia's PoV~

I stared at the girl beside me trying to figure her out, when you have been around humans as long as I have you basically become an expert on them and can tell someone their entire life story just with a glance. This woman,  however, was slightly more tricky. Her tattered appearance was explained by her fall, but something tells me that she is used to being around  nature, a faint trace of old, brown pine needles being present on her checked, green coat gave that away and unlike most people in this day in age her outfit was dated, not a usual crop top and skinny jeans but a lace top and laced up high boots, from what I could see as most of the outfit is covered by the large overcoat. Her glasses looked used, worn with  smudges all over the nose piece suggesting they were ill-fitting, she  should get them tightened or maybe even a new pair as the woman seems to  try her best to look decent. However, she is a busy woman, no time to  find new glasses as she needs them now and can't afford to waste time, suggesting she was a busy woman. Her hair was half up in a bun, keeping most off her face, leading me to  believe she was up to something in the woods. Further evidence of this  was the fact she had a satchel full of strange trinkets she seems  protective of as when I offered her help she shook her head and  clutched the bag tightly much to my surprise. Another factor is well,  it's in the middle of the bloody night and she was riding on a tiny  bicycle, no sane person does that! The way she spoke, well educated with  an American accent, not from around here and new to the country. She's  smart and definitely up to something I just can't put my finger on  what... A loud cough snaps me back into reality. The girl was glaring at  me and I shake my head, realising I had been staring at her for ages  now.

"Sorry" I mutter, turning to face out the window and she  just shrugs, looking back out to her bike, placed on the new bike rack,  courtesy of Aziraphale and fitted much to myself and Crowley's dismay. I  can't believe we have become a taxi service when the end of the world  is only a few days away! The girl then leans forward, taking her glasses  off in the process, "Listen  my bike, it didn't have gears. I know my bike didn't have gears." She  says and I smirk, Aziraphale's fault, he fixed it. If it were me I would  have left it broken as a reminder to be more careful and aware when cycling at night but whatever I guess. "Make a left", huh guess she has  been here longer than I initially thought, or maybe she had a  photographic memory ooorrr maaaybeee, she's visited before. I don't know and I don't seem to like the girl that much, a bit of a know it all and a 'I'm  smarter than you so I'm better than you' type of person. I don't like  those type of people, hence why I don't really get on well with the other three horsemen. "Oh Lord, heal this bike" Crowley announces in his  best god-like impression. I burst into laughter as Aziraphale simply  states that he got carried away. "What if you accidentally gave the  girls bones gears too? Wouldn't that be hilarious" I whisper-shout,  making Crowley chuckle and Aziraphale sigh. I get an odd look of the  girl,

"Gum?" I ask, offering her some of it, "No thank you. I  don't need any" She states, looking at the packet and noticing its  nicotine gum. What? I'm trying to quit no need to shout at me! Back in  the old days in Paris, it was sexy to smoke and perfectly safe!!! "Oh!  You can drop me off here" The girl exclaims as we turn the corner to see  a cute little cottage, I gaze out the window and can't help but notice  the horseshoe above the door, she believes in the supernatural then,  alright. Myself  and Aziraphale could pass through the arch but Crowley, he'd be stopped  and possibly gain some burns on his arms. I lean forward as she gets  out the car along with Aziraphale, "Better hope she doesn't invite us in  for tea huh? How could we explain you're allergic to horseshoes?" I  snigger, putting one of my arms around Crowley's chest and pointing at  the familiar shoe. Crowley joins my laughter "Remember that time you got  pissed off at the stables" He snorts, trying to contain his laughter.  Ugh, how could I forget, "the day we got bored so we went to some rich persons  house and tried to steal the prized horse" I smile, "yeah! yeah!  remember what happened" He shouts excitedly. "The horse didn't want to  move and you ended up shoving it towards me, I got angry and used a  shadow to pick the horse up and throw it at you, little did I know that  horseshoes caused you to burn! You ended up having burn marks on your arms for three weeks! God, I felt  awful" I say, tossing my head into my hands. "You missed out the best  part!" he giggles like a schoolboy, something I've never heard him do  before and I couldn't help but laugh. "You then threw three troughs of  water onto me stop the burns, I was soaked! But then to make things  better you came over and kissed my 'boo-boo's' better" I blush widely at  this memory, faintly remembering that I did, in fact, say the word  boo-boos. "They still hurt ya' know" Crowley purrs, rolling his sleeves  up to reveal a very faded mark. "Aw, what a wee shame let me just check  my sympathy bag, Oh wait! I don't seem to have one" I joke, pretending  to search for a bag then resting my head on my arms and batting my  eyelashes like an innocent wee girl. Crowley acts hurt.

"Woe is  me! The fair maiden shall not kiss my wounds!" He shouts, putting an arm  to his head, distraught. A door closes and Aziraphale has joined us  again. "Will she not! Oh, what a shame, let me take a look Crowley, you really should have said you were hurt earlier! Now, where's the mark  and I'll miracle it away!" Aziraphale says, acting like a mother and  making me giggle full of laughter as I watch Crowley try and bat the angel away,  slapping his hand away like it was a cat fight. "It -- was -- just -- a  -- joke!" Crowley groans between slaps. "Let me help you for heaven's  sake, Crowley!" Finally Aziraphale gets a hold of him and sees the faded  scar, "pfft that's nothing! Here" Aziraphale leans down close to  Crowley's arm, "Don't-"Crowley says, his voice dangerously low but it  was too late as Aziraphale had already kissed his arm better with the help of a mircale, If you could die of laughter then I would have been long gone. The face on  Crowley was priceless and I wish I'd my phone to snap a picture.  Crowley growls before saying he'll have to go and chop his arm off now  and I act shocked, grabbing his arm and kissing it multiple times, "no,  no, no! No need for any limbs to be lost!" Aziraphale chuckles and I  just stare at Crowley's unamused face. "Don't worry my love, we can get  revenge another day" I whisper into his ear and he nods his head before  quietly muttering "if there is another day"

A/N

A lot of nonsense in this part but I hope you still liked it, again thank you for all the amazing feedback that this book recieves and for getting this story to 245 votes already like woaa. I'm proud that I am making content that people like so thank you all and I shall see you later my lovelies byeee!!

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