Crowley's POV
"No, we are not getting bloody crepes. It's past midnight." I growled at Aziraphale sitting next to me as the Bentley flew down the dirt road. The needle was pointing at ninety, and the engine purred like no other. Go...Sata....fuck it, I loved this car.
"Crowley!" Aziraphale shouted, starling me as something heavy hit the hood of my car. I hit the breaks, the Bentley screeching to a halt. The angel and I turned to look at each other, both pale.
"I think you hit someone." Aziraphale murmured.
"No..." I replied as I threw open the driver's side door, "Someone hit me."
A dark, shadowy heap lay unmoving in the ditch. Aziraphale and I looked down at it, and I wondered if I should poke at it with a stick.
It twitched, startling the both of us. A groan admitted as wings darker than my own swept back, scraping along the earth, to reveal a woman with (H/L) (H/C) hair. She sat up, her eyes meeting mine. My breath caught in my throat. They were the most wild eyes I had ever seen.
"One of your lot's?" Aziraphale asked. I remained silent. I bloody well hoped not.
The woman stood up on shaky legs, wings balancing her. I watched as she shook her head as if clearing it. Then as if she just noticed us, she stared at Aziraphale and I, frozen in place.
"Are you alright?" Aziraphale prompted, giving her a soft smile. She looked back and forth between us.
"You can tell them both the answer is still no." She said, her voice like liquid honey. Then with a sweep of those impossibly dark wings, she shot off into the night sky.
"What the bloody hell do you think she meant by that?" I wondered aloud.
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Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series
RomanceThere is heaven and hell. And then there are those in between. The fallen who never really fell, who got lost among the cracks. And when everything is falling to ruin, does love really have a place in this world? From the Creator of Angel with a Sho...
