The elders did not permit Crowley to stay in the village, so he and I made out way back to his flat to wait for the full moon.
"Are you sure you know how to fight?" I asked, concerned as we sat on the couch in his spotless living room.
"Does the pope crap in the woods?" Crowley retorted.
"Either you mean no," I said slowly, "Or you're confusing the pope with a bear." Crowley waved a hand at me, dismissing the messed up phrase.
"Crowley, this is important." I said, taking his face in my hands and making him look at me, "If you loose, not only could you die, but I could be cast out of the clan."
"Rubbish." He snorted.
"It's not rubbish," I sighed, exasperated, "It's literally life or death."
"I won't loose," Crowley stated matter of factly, giving me a swift kiss. I continued to stare at him, worried. I had been raised to fight, and knowing the males in my clan, unless Crowley was a skilled fighter, he wouldn't stand a snow ball's chance in hell.
"Crowley," I said slowly, "If you die and leave me to raise this child on my own, I'll fucking kill you."
Chuckling, Crowley kissed me again, "I expect nothing less."
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Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series
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