Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale

Brave Girl

Crowley's P.o.v.

I drive slowly through London. Y/n did make through the movie without crying but once we got in the Bentley, well Aziraphale had to comfort her before she started crying. She has seen a man torn to shreds right before her very eyes and didn't even flinch. Not as his screams echoed through the chambers or even when his blood splattered across her face. She stood unmoving and stone cold. I slightly shiver at that memory. She was the one who ordered him to die. So I'm wondering if scary movies are a trigger to her past. A past she tries so hard to forget. She killed so many people. But you wouldn't think she is capable now. I mean she is but she would possibly end up hurting herself after. I feel kind of bad about picking that movie now. I sigh and glance over at her and Aziraphale. Her sleeping figure looks so peaceful. He watches out the window as he strokes her hair calmly. I sigh and look back at the road. "I'm sorry" I whisper softly. I hear Aziraphale shift slightly to look at me. "For what My Dear?" he whispers softly as to not wake her. "I picked the movie. I hadn't even thought about that it could have triggered some terrible memory for her" I say gripping the steering wheel tightly. "What are you talking about?" he asks a bit concerned. I had forgotten he wasn't in Rome when she was. She was burtal, she was fierce, she was sexier than any female mortal, or even immortal at that. I sigh once again and bite my lip, debating if I should tell him or not. I shake my head slowly. "It's not my story to tell Angel. I'm not going to tell unless she wants me too." I say softly. "Okay, I feel that would be best as well" he says shifting back to look out the window. I drive us back to my flat since it's dark and well. I need to frigthen my plants.

Y/n's p.o.v.

~Dream~

229 BC Rome, Italy. My sword was caked with fresh blood. My breathing, though not necessary, was ragged. I look at the slaughtered soilders in front of me. My mouth twisted into a frown, not from displeasure of the slaughter. But from how much I enjoyed it. I loved the way their warm mortal blood felt when it sprayed across my bare skin. The way it tasted when it got into my mouth. The sweet metallic taste it had. I shiver from the discomfort of how much it pleased me to kill someone. I heave my sword over my bruised shoulder and walk slowly off the battle field. I make my way back to my tent. I hear rustling in a bush and branish my sword. A big burly man stands up and towers over me. I look up at him and he cracks his knuckles. "What do you want you piece of poorly packed horse shit?" I ask with slight vemon to my words. He gives a ground tremmbling chuckle. I glare at him. "How did something so small beat my army?" He asks leaning down to my level. "I bet you don't have any fight left in you. I snarl and start to transform, into who is known as Medsua. My serpntine like lower half coils around him as I hiss angrily. He trembles and sputters. "Wh-Who.... What are you!?!?" "I'm your worsssssst fucking nightmare" I hiss and squeeze him till his eyes pop clean out of their sockets. I drop his limp lifeless body to the ground and transform back into my more human form and walk back into my tent and start to undress so I can sleep.

~End of Dream~

Aziraphale's p.o.v.

I watch as Y/n sleeps. She twists and turns restly. I place a hand on her forehead gently. Trying to soothe her but I pull my hand back quickly because of the burning. It wasn't that she is hot. It's the hatred boiling inside of her. But it's not for anyone but herself. I pull her into my lap as I sit on the bed. I don't care how much it hurts to hold her. I send as much love as I can muster through the pain. She really hates herself. She's kept it bottled inside for some time now. I whisper how much Crowley and I love her. I press her close as her hate for her self sizzles my skin. I tell her that if she needs anything that we are here and we always will be. I soon get dizzy from how much pain we are both in. I slowly start to black out and then I feel the soft pillow under my head and the pain start to slowly go away.

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A/n: I was going to do smut this chapter but it ended up like this. The next chapter should be smutty. Thank you very much for reading this.