Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series

Enforcing the Treaty

"Who the fuck is that?" I wondered out loud. But just as Crowley opened his mouth to speak, two demons entered without permission. 

"Hastur, Ligur," Crowley turned to them with a smile, "What can I do for you?"

"We've come to collect you," The taller one, Hastur, said in a gravely voice. His companion snickered grotesquely beside him. 

"Oh?" Crowley replied nonchalantly, "What for? Am I getting recommendations again?"

"Hardly," Ligur piped up, "The Dark council is not pleased with your...fraternizing..." He gave me a pointed look. I glared back at him, setting down my tea as I stood up. 

"You have no jurisdiction over him." I said flatly, squaring my shoulders, my wings flaring behind me, "Since he is my mate I claim him as clan, under the ancient treaty."

"And who's going to enforce that?" Hastur spoke up, taking a threatening step towards me. Crowley hissed, trying to pull me behind him, but I sidestepped out of his reach, drawing a complicated rune in the air. The lines glowed red hot, lighting the room to a brightness that blinded everyone. After if faded, I peered down to see if it had worked.

"What the bloody hell?" Crowley swore, picking up two tiny struggling figures in his hand, "How did you do that?" 

"I bound them into a smaller form." I explained, taking the miniature Hastur and Ligur from him and promptly carrying them into the kitchen. I considered throwing them down the garbage disposal, but then decided mental torture would be much more fun. Grabbing a glass jar from a pantry, I plopped them in and sealed the lid tight. 

"What are you doing?" Crowley asked as he watched me work. I gave him a wry smile as  I made my way back to his office. Carefully setting the jar on the edge of the desk, I peered down at the two small figures trapped inside. 

"Who will enforce the treaty?" I asked them, trailing a nailed down the side of glass, "Whatever would make you ask such a thing? Do you not believe Crowley and I are mates?" I turned to face Crowley. He stood leaning in the doorway, a wicked smile stretching across his visage. 

"It hard to believe you're not a demon, love," He said, "I wouldn't have balked if I could see this side of you sooner." I returned the grin, crooking a finger towards him. Crowley sauntered forwards, picked me up and set me on the desk. I made a show of wrapping my legs around his waist as I tangled him fingers in his hair. 

"I don't think they believe we are mates." I pouted dramatically, "Maybe we should prove them wrong."