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

'ɾҽɱαɾƙαႦʅҽ' σყʂƚҽɾʂ

"𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 f̵̨̭̘̫̺͎̭͉̓͌̆e̷̡͖͐͒͆̍̄̇̈͑ę̴̘̰̺̰̹̏́̎̂̑͝ļ̶̨̡͓̥̉͑̒͌̀̈i̵̦͕̬͔̻̦̲̊̊̂̓̑̂̏̋́n̵̨̡̫̳̟̜͎̩͖͋̋̂̀̂͒̇̄͝͝g̵̤̥̙̺͛͝s̷̫͔̗̼͑̀̈́͝͝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬!!! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 ḑ̷̬͎̼̠̭̓͆̊̈́̌̔͊́̂ī̴̧͔͜s̶͖͓̰͍̆̿̍͑̌͠͝a̵̡̨͈̗̍́̕͝p̶̨̧̝̜̻̙̍͂̄͘͝͠p̷̢̙̫̪͈͙̝̖̼͊̈̅͋̏o̵̡̗̺̠̪̞͖̺̊i̵̛̙̦̗͎͓͈̯̹̺̍̒̃̃͘͠ņ̸̗͖̮̮̩̳͚̙̿͒̋͝͠ţ̵̗̜̬͚̫̫̺̻̅̀͆̈̈́̓̾̚͠m̶̝͕͉̭̟̥̝̗̼͛̎̓ͅe̴͕̳̘͇͙̩̝̔̔ͅn̶̤̼̙̾t̵̡̯̣̘͕̾́͛̚ 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡."

8 Years later
Rome
Adrestia

Rome,  such a wonderful place full of unique and artistic opportunities. It  was beautiful, the only downside was having to wear these stupid robes  all the time, I hate them! The most uncomfortable garment I have ever  had to wear. The worst part was that the only thing keeping them up was a  piece of rope and a few folds, it's insane if you ask me. I sat in a  'bar' with Crowley, we had been keeping in touch over the last 8 years  occasionally meeting for drinks like today, drinking the 'house brown'  it tasted dire but it was classed as drinkable so...

"You know  something?" I ask him, running my finger along the rim of the cup.  "What?" He replies, taking a swig from the jug. "Those sunglasses do  absolutely nothing for you" I snigger, snatching them from his face and  threatening to break them. "Hey, careful! We don't want these humans  freaking out and thinking I am some demon. Anyways since when did you  become a fashion expert" He whines, trying to grab them back off me. I  simply chuckle "Hun, you are a demon also when the world started to  decide this was called 'fashion'" I smirk, gesturing to the glasses once  again. He pouts and I pass the glasses back to him in defeat, "you're  lucky I'm nice" I mutter, looking away. "hmm that's debatable" He laughs  but before I get a chance to reply the angel known as Aziraphale  appears.

"Crawley-- Crowley? and Adrestia? Well, fancy running  into you here. Still a demon then? Still death Addie?" he smiles, taking  the seat next to Crowley, I cock a brow at his question.

"What  kind of stupid question is that, 'Still a demon'? What else am I going  to be an aardvark? Addie here what's she going to be a bloody mouse?"  Crowley spits out, how polite, I shouldn't laugh but I can't help it. "A  mouse? Why a mouse?" I ask still giggling away. "Well you are tiny  Addie" Aziraphale replies, "Boooo not cool" I groan, folding my arms and  sticking out my bottom lip.

"Anyways Salutaria" Aziraphale  smiles, lifting a cup filled with the mysterious liquid. Crowley simply  picks his up and with a clink against Aziraphale's begins drinking  again. I lean back in my chair and swing my arm round to Aziraphale.  "Salutaria Az" I cheer, clinking the mugs and then downing the drink in  one go. "In Rome long?" Crowley eventually asks. "Just nipped in for a  quick temptation, and a catch up with this one" Crowley states, pointing  his thumb over at me. I wonder if he actually was tempting someone or  he just wanted to meet up with me? Probably the latter, he's a 'busy'  guy he wouldn't clear his schedule for me, would he? "I thought I'd try  Petronius' new restaurant. I hear he does remarkable things to oysters."  Aziraphale smiles as if he's trying to sell the restaurant to us but I  spit out my drink with a cough. "What's wrong with you?" Crowley asks,  taking my cup away and inspecting it. "I-it was just the way Aziraphale  phrased it! Like what 'remarkable' thing does he do? Fuck them?" I  giggle away as Aziraphale's face goes a light shade of red. "No- I?" He  stutters and Crowley speaks for me "Don't worry angel, Addie here was  just joking, her minds in the gutter as usual". "Ahem, you're one to  talk Crowley!" I croak, still, a bit of the house brown stuck in my  throat.

The day then ended with the three of us going and eating  the oysters, well Aziraphale and Crowley ate them I just sat and poked  them whilst questioning the chefs 'remarkable' methods, occasionally  making Crowley laugh, seeing him laugh instantly put a smile on my face.

537 AD
The Kingdom of Wessex
Aziraphale

I  was meant to be saving a damsel in distress from the Black knight  today. Duelling wasn't my strong suit making me question why I was  picked for this quest and not someone else like Arthur himself. I guess I  will just have to try and convince the Black knight to give the lady  fair back. I gulped as I stepped forward into the fog to meet my fate  and lifted my helmet.

"Hello?" no response "I, Sir Aziraphale of  the table round, am here to speak to the Black Knight about the release  of the maiden fair I believe to be in your possession," I say, walking  further and further into the fog. Figures start to appear "Oh. Right" Is  all I can see, fear to build up inside me. "Um... hello." the man then  beckons me forward saying "yeah, come" I follow him forward once again  explaining what I was hoping to do when the Black Knight himself steps  forward.

"You have sought the Black Knight, foolish one. But you  have found your death, quite literally" The Knight chuckles, but I  recognise that voice. "He's hardly foolish is he?" Another voice says  from behind, female this time. I instantly know the two. "Is that you  under there, Crawley?" I ask, squinting at the Knight in front of me  "Crowley!" He says angerly as he once again has to correct me on his  name change. "A much better name if you ask me, how you keep forgetting  it I don't know" Adrestia smirks, stepping out wearing a black, long  flowing dress with a crimson cape draping her shoulders, on her back a  quiver of arrows and across her a bow. So much for a damsel in distress.

"What  the hell are you two playing at?" I ask, staring at the pair, the  appeared to be standing rather close to each other but maybe I'm just  seeing things. "It's alright, lads. I know him. He's alright. I'm here  spreading Ferment." Crowley says, moving around inside his armour. I  know the struggle as I too find walking around in armour to be tiring  after awhile. "What is that, some kind of porridge?" I ask, annoyed at  the duo. Adrestia laughs placing a hand on her hips and shaking her  head. "No. I'm, you know, formenting dissent and discord. King Arthur's been spreading too much peace and tranquillity in the land, so I'm here, you know, formenting"  Crowley explains although Adrestia interrupts "However, I'm all for  spreading porridge, I'm starving right now I could eat a horse" She  jokes, but the horse behind her whinnies. She gasps and quickly turns to  soothe the animal, despite her supposedly evil, she sure seems to be a  big softy around animals. "Shhh shh, don't worry Jupiter I'm not going  to eat you it's just a figure of speech." She continues to stroke the  horse and calms it down, I shift my gaze over to Crowley and notice he's  watching her with a smile plastered on his face. I wonder what he's  thinking...

Crowley and I came to the conclusion that we were  essentially working very hard and just cancelling the others work out.  Crowley and Adrestia then tried to convince me that we should just say  we were working, sending lies back to head office so we could just stay  at home. I was appalled by this suggestion, although it did sound so  much easier I couldn't. After shouting no at the pair I left. I glanced  back at the pair to notice them both on the same horse, Adrestia had her  arms around Crowley to 'stay on the horse' but I couldn't help wonder  if there was something else happening there...

A/N

Another chapter doneboyos!  Hope you are still loving the book and thank you so much for the  support and the kind comments y'all are leaving, they really brighten up  my day! I hope you all are doing well and keep being yourselves because  remember you are amazing no matter what anyone else says mkay? Mkay!  Anyhow bye my lovelies!!

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