A Demon's Love - CrowleyxReader

Crowley brought his hands up to her waist with a wide grin spread across his face as he stared at the back of her perfected bun on her head. A sly smile broke out on her face as she watched him from the vintage mirror in front of her. It was extremely rare when a hunter like her, so used to decapitating knights, slicing demons and stabbing monsters, to hook up with ‘The King of Hell’ and fall into a relationship with him.

“You make me feel alive.” His think accent mumbling into her shoulder as he left a small kiss on the exposed skin. And it was true.

“You mean human.” She clarified locking gaze with him through the mirror. He chuckled and shook his head.

“Not quite there yet sweetheart.” He said leaving her side to pour himself another drink. She smiled and huffed as she felt his presence leave. Her hands carefully ran down her figure and pulled her (d/c) dress down. She readjusted into her heels before turning to go after him.

“Crowley?” She called after him in response receiving a low ‘hmph’. With her right hand she tugged on the bangles that hung on her left wrist.

“Do you love me?” She asked. Crowley sat down in his velvet couch with a drink in his hand. “Truly?”

She nervously played with the rings on her fingers as she waited for him to answer.

He smiled, “Why do you ask?”

“Demons can’t love.”

Crowley sighed, “I know I can’t. I shouldn’t actually.”

“Then why do you?”

“What do you expect me to tell you, (y/n)?”

She shrugged and sighed impatiently, “I don’t know! Tell me the truth, Crowley!”

“You set off something inside me,” He said pointing to his chest dramatically, “That reminds me what it feels to love.” He got up from his comfortable seat and made his way over to her. She stepped up to lessen his travel to another side of the room. His hands searched for hers who were still nervously fiddling over each other. Slowly, he took it upon himself to slide his hands over her own until her held both, one in each hand.

“And only when I’m close to you, I feel,” He stopped desperately searching for the words. “Different.”

She smiled tightening her locked fingers over his own. “Different.” She repeated laughing looking down at their shoes. Her black inch heels touching his black dress shoes. They matched. Though completely different, they belonged together.