The Mistake And Her Temptation (Good Omens, Crowley x Reader)

Chapter Five: Trying to Find the Antichrist

I couldn't stick around during those eleven years.

I left London to keep my feelings for Crowley at bay. I needed my own answers about my life anyways.

I held the little slip of paper with Crowley's number in my hand, toying a little with it as I drank a few swallows of my beer. I'm in Australia now, but I know I should go back. I should help.

I growl under my breath at myself. It's been eleven years. The Antichrist will come to his power soon. Do i really want to be discorporated alone?

I sighed as I continued thinking. I don't like being alone and dying alone scares me.

Once I'm discorporated, im guessing that I'll be gone. Just a dead body...

I snapped my fingers and was right outside the bookshop in London. I hate travelling like that, but I couldn't fly while people were awake everywhere.

I didn't smell the angel, nor my favorite demon. There were faint traces as if they'd been here not long ago. So I went the one place I knew they'd be.

That kid's house.

I noticed there was some sort of party going on once I got there, and I also noticed their scents were strong here. I snapped again and changed my appearance. I was in a waitress uniform with my hair in a neat bun. I still had a thin veil to keep my face covered so Aziraphale and Crowley wouldn't notice me yet.

I walked over to the party and realized it's Warlock's birthday.

That means Armageddon begins soon. He'll get his hellhound today.

I shivered at the thought, but graciously walked around in my high heels and gave the kids some snacks.

"Happy birthday, Warlock." I smiled at him as he grabbed one of the snacks. He continued griping about the magician being rubbish and I realized then that the magician was Aziraphale.

Under the veil, I smiled and rolled my eyes. Daft old man. I looked around a bit and saw Crowley with his signature glasses, a nice tux, and his hair cut short again. I didn't like his hair as much as before, but it'll do.

I walked next to Crowley and watched a food fight begin. He looked down at his watch and sighed. "If only (y/n) was here. She'd know what to do..." He muttered to himself.

My heart fluttered a little at the notice of him thinking about me. I smiled and cleared my throat.

"The magician is pretty rubbish, yeah?" I smiled, sparking up some small conversation.

"Mmm." He just hummed in agreement, keeping his eyes forward.

I huffed and lifted my veil, wanting him to just notice me.

He looked at his watch again and huffed, groaning in impatience.

"Waiting for something, Crowley?" I ask, his name slipping from my lips before I can stop it.

"Does it even concern you-" he finally looked at me and I smiled, winking at him. "(Y/n)."

"In the flesh. So tell me, why did you think of me just a few seconds ago? Problem with the hellhound?" I asked.

He shushed me and looked around to make sure no one heard.

"We'll talk about this in a second, (y/n). Let's get Aziraphale's attention." He sighed. He made a few attempts to get Aziraphale to look at him until I rolled my eyes, fed up with his futile attempts.

"Watch this, demon." I smirked. "Oi kids! How 'bout we all go play with some nerf guns? I brought some in case our magician turned out to be pretty bad. Come on, outside!"