Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series

Bloody Hell

"What the bloody hell did you just say?" Crowley rounded on me. I wrapped my wings around me, hiding from view. This was not how I planned any of this going. 

"Did you just say you're fucking pregnant?" He pulled my wing away, a dark look across his visage. I stared up at him mutely. 

"I'll explain later." I finally said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. Crowley nodded pointedly and then turned back to the elders. 

"Well there you go then." He said flatly, "One big fucking happy family." The elders shifted uncomfortably, no prepared for this either. Definitely not the homecoming I had expected. 

"I propose a match between a warrior of our choosing," The silver haired elder spoke up, "And the demon Crowley. The first to yield forfeits the match." Her fellow elders murmured their agreement. 

"Next full moon then," The warrior elder said, "We shall see if this demon is fit to call himself a member of this clan." 

"Thank you, honored anicents." I bowed low again to them, then grabbed Crowley's arm and dragged him from the lodge. Pulling him to a wood pile where we could talk alone, I turned to find him with a furious scowl across his face. 

"I told you I didn't want a wife or a family." He hissed, stepping closer so no one would overhear us. 

"I know..." I started, but was cut off.

"How did it happen?" Crowley asked, "It's very rare for a demon to sire children. Genetics or some bloody bullshit."

"The night Hastur and Ligur came," I explained, thinking back to the night, "The old magic....it must have done it." 

"You spoke in that weird language." Crowley narrowed his eyes, "You used magic to get knocked up?"

"No!" I stamped my foot in frustration, "I was trying to strengthen the bond. The magic must have overshot and...and..this happened." Tears flooded my eyes and I sank onto the wood pile in defeat. I was trying to strengthen the bond to where the two dukes would have felt it also. 

"It was an accident." I muttered, wiping the tears from my cheeks. Crowley caught my hand, pulling me back to my feet. He wrapped me in his arms, holding me close.

"Wild girl." He murmured softly, kissing my forehead, "You're sure it was an accident?" I nodded quietly, burying my face in his jacket. 

"Well, it's done now." Crowley sighed, "Go...Sata...someone help the poor kid...a wild Nephilim and a six thousand year old demon for parents. This will go over like a lead balloon." 

I looked up at him to find those serpentine eyes staring back down at me, "You're not going to leave?" 

"Bloody hell," Crowley swore, raising an eyebrow, "What kind of man do you take me for?"

He took my face in his hands, making me look at him, "(Y/N), you are a wild, unpredictable thing. You're stubborn and sometimes scare the hell out of me, but despite all that...I love you." I stared at him as he spoke, hardly daring to breathe. 

"I...I love you too." I replied, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a rush. I had barely said them when his lips caught mine in a firm kiss. We held each other close, as if the world itself were trying to tear us apart. 

"You know," Crowley said when he broke the kiss, his forehead leaning against mine, "We will have to tell Aziraphale. Poor bloke might shit his bloody pants at the thought of me being a dad."

I laughed, kissing his nose, "I think hell itself will shit its pants at the thought of you being a dad."