Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series

Old Magic

I opened my eyes to find myself in a pristine and very modern bedroom. I sat up, wincing as I expected a sharp pain, but there was nothing. It was if I had been miraculously healed. Angel magic. 

Slowly, I got up, but jumped when I realized I had been stripped down to my underwear. Face red, I grabbed a black robe hanging on the back of the door and threw it on. How dare they take my clothes? Pissed, I opened the door and listened down the hallway. Two voices echoed down the hallway, leading me right to the angel and demon. 

"Um hi," I interrupted, "What the fuck did you do with my clothes?" The pair turned to look at me, surprised. 

"They were dirty..." The angel, Aziraphale, explained. He had the decency to look embarrassed. Crowley, on the other hand, was anything but. 

"I have white sheets." He shrugged. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Come have some tea." Aziraphale said, gesturing to a chair in what appeared to be the living room. I stepped into the room, wings folded back , and took the seat offered to me. The angel handed me a cup of tea before taking his own seat across from me. 

"So, are you a loner?" Crowley asked untactfully, remaining standing. I peered up at him, not touching my tea. 

"Are you always such an ass?" I deflected, avoid the question entirely. He smirked in amusement at me, and my stomach somersaulted. 

"You are Nephilim, correct?" Aziraphale interjected. I nodded slowly, hugging the robe tighter around me. This was dangerous territory. 

"Look, thank you for saving me and all that, but I need to go." I said hurriedly, setting my tea to the side and rising to my feet. The two men exchanged a glance before Crowley shrugged. 

"Alright, this way. Your clothes should be clean now." He said, leading me back down the hall. As we came to the bedroom door, we both reached out for the door knob at the same time. Crowley's hand brushed over mine, send a spark, a physical spark, between us. My eyes widened as a small silver band of light wove itself around our wrists before fading away. 

"The fuck was that?" Crowley hissed, yellow serpentine eyes peering at his wrist. 

"Old magic," I said, pushing open the door, "Don't worry about it." I bit my tongue at the lie. It was something very, very worrisome.