#crowleyxoc

Lost Along Memory Lane

Summary: Crowley’s assistant Parker, who happens to be his lover too, tends to ask questions that make Crowley remember his human side. Sometimes literally. This time the memories aren’t all that bad. Artist: @hobbitual-psychick​ Author: @hectatess Rating: T AO3 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Crowley, OC Parker, Rowena Relationships: CrowleyxOC Tags: Fluff, memories of Human!Wee-Crowley, Rowena being motherly, Canonverse, cuddles, mentions of era specific alcohol use by minor Word Count: 1.9k

Created as part of the 2021 Crowley Resurrection Reverse Big Bang!

Exactly two weeks, three days, four hours, fifteen minutes and 27 seconds since Aziraphale and Crowley successfully stopped the apocalypse, the angel and demon had just returned from having a rather delicious lunch in Brighton.

They had gone back to Crowley’s apartment and were about to settle in for the night with a nice bottle of wine for Crowley and a good book for Aziraphale when the rain  came thundering down. Crowley swirled the red wine around the glass and looked out of the window.

“Storm’s a brewing” remarked Aziraphale from the black sofa.

“Certainly is” replied Crowley, he was about to continue but what he saw outside, made him stop.

A girl with a black umbrella and bright red hair was standing on the other side of the pavement. She seemed to be scanning the windows on Crowley’s side of the street for something or someone. Her eyes settled on Crowley’s window. She smiled and then began to walk over the road towards Crowley’s building.

“Everything alright old chap?” Came Aziraphale’s voice directly next to Crowley making the demon jump.

“Errm, yes all fine” said Crowley cagedly.

“Are you sure? You look quite pale”

“Yes, I’m fine, don’t fuss angel!” He snapped, pushing past Aziraphale and he sat heavily down on his gold chair for a moment, his leg bouncing up and down nervously.

Aziraphale had never seen Crowley like this. The demon was usually unflappable, but now he was staring at the wall jiggling his foot. Then the doorbell rang and Crowley sprang up, quicker than lightning. He looked towards the door and seemed to be considering whether to open it or to jump out of the window. Slowly, he walked towards the hallway and eventually plucked up the courage to actually open the door.

There stood the woman from outside. “Hello dad” she said with a small smile.

“Em, hi” stammered Crowley.

“Can I come in?” Asked the girl who was dripping wet. Crowley made a motion indoors and she went past him.

“Oh hello” greeted Aziraphale standing up. If he had a cap on he would have doffed it.

“Hi, I didn’t realise you had company dad?” said the girl to Crowley.

“Dad?!” Exclaimed Aziraphale.

“Long story, I’ll tell you later” said Crowley, he then turned to his daughter, “what are you doing here Violet?”

“Do I need a reason to visit my father”

“When it’s you, yes.”

Aziraphale regarded the girl in front of him. She certainly looked like Crowley. She had the same flame red hair and bone structure but her eyes were actually a bright green instead of a snakes eyes. She was a pretty girl but could be no older than early twenties at least.

Violet sighed “ I need a place to crash so I thought, why not visit dear old dad”

“You’re not staying here”

“Crowley! You can’t throw your own daughter out onto the street!” Exclaimed Aziraphale.

“I can!” Exclaimed Crowley, getting up and grabbing hold of Violet’s arm about to show her out.

“Please dad! Just one night and then I’ll go. I promise” pleased Violet, making her big green eyes even bigger. Crowley chewed the inside of his cheek. Violet could almost see the gears working in his brain. Finally he said “alright, just one night! You can sleep on the sofa”

“Yay! Thank you so much dad. Where’s your loo? I’m bursting”

“Just through there” muttered the demon pointing to the left and letting go of his daughter’s arm. He recoiled a bit when Violet kissed his cheek before she bounded off to the loo. She turned around just before she disappeared from sight.

“Aren’t I lucky, I came looking for one dad and now I have two!” she exclaimed and then left. The angel waited until he heard the door clicked shut until he turned to the demon.

“Ok tell me how this is possible that you have a daughter”

“Theoretically it shouldn’t be possible. It was back in the sixties, I went to an orgy and Violet’s mother was there. Things happened, you know, drugs were taken,  bodily fluids were exchanged and we all left happy. Nine months later I get a call from her saying by the way I’ve just given birth to your daughter. I don’t know if that was some sick joke from your lot or mine”

“The sixties! But she only looks about twenty”

“The perks of being half demon, I age slower,” said Violet who was just walking back through. “So what’s the plan dad?” asked Violet “or papa?” She turned to Aziraphale with a big grin on her face.

“Oh papa! I like that” said Aziraphale with a smile on his face.

Crowley covered his face with his hands and muttered “Hell help me!”

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My CrowleyxOC fic is finally complete, and it is longer than The Prisoner of Azkaban.

Summary:

Chapter 2

Chapters:  One

Crowley pressed himself back in the boot as footsteps stopped just outside.  Already bleeding and feeling more than sorry for himself, he didn’t want to think of what possible pain he was about to endure at the hand of the Winchester’s.

However, the sound he heard wasn’t of a key entering the lock, it was different and for a moment he frowned until there was a click and he flinched back at the light and covered his head.

“Woah, easy, it’s only me.”

Normally I would not post chapters on here but I want to try and reach more of you guys with this story. I will put the links to the rest of it at the bottom. I hope you all enjoy this! :) 

Chapter 1: Men and Monsters

When we are children our parents teach us right from wrong. Or they are meant to anyway. In the end, children often see the world in black and white... Good and Evil, Men and Monsters. But, as we grow older we start to learn that there is much more to the world. That sometimes, something that we were raised to believe, was not as set in stone as we first thought, we learn that life is fluid. The balance is ever changing, yet man always tries to change the scales with talk of light as they add a coin to the dark. But then again, life is an ever changing balance...

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It was just my luck that I had the worst taste in men. And I'm not just talking about the typical bad boys who are good for nothing and like to push me around, though I have had a lot of those in my life. No, I had also dated guys who were wonderful and sweet who did everything to make me happy, but they always seemed to love me more than I did them. However, I guess that's not so much bad taste as bad judgement. Whatever it is though, I never thought that it would lead me here.

Here, being the middle of nowhere Ohio, in a downpour of bitterly cold rain... Again, just my luck.

You see everything had started out good, maybe too good, I had found a guy that seemed to be the perfect mix of bad boy and good. His name was Zane Porter. He was a rather good looking guy who had forest green eyes that always shined with some kind of mischief. He was a lawyer, one of those guys that with one look you would think that he was born in a suit. But something most wouldn't know was that he was in to fast cars and had a 1969 Boss 429 Mustang. It was an electric blue with black leather seats that were a soft and buttery.

Man, I loved that car... But, not anymore. I think if I ever saw that car again I may be sick.

Here, running from that car... From that man, no, not man, monster. Someday I would look back on my definition of a monster and he would still be at the top of the list... But today, I was running, the bitterly cold rain doing little for my bruised and aching body. No, the only thing it did was cover the tears as I cried.

I knew he would follow me. After all, I got away, but for how long? If I didn't find some help soon I knew he would get me, and this time I would never get away from him. I can't tell you how, I just felt it deep in my bones. As a rather angry bolt of lighting struck the sky, lighting my dark world for a moment, that was all I needed to see a man and women up ahead of me at what must have been a crossroad. Why anyone was standing out in the middle of all this I don't know and I can tell you I didn't care.

I pushed my body just a little harder praying not for the first time that night, though this time it was that I was not seeing things, and that whoever I was seeing would help me.

I had been so lost in my head that I ran right into the rather attractive brunet. I have no idea how I didn't take us both down but maybe she was just stronger then she looked. Or I was weaker.

"What the fuck!" The women cussed trying to pry my hands from her shirt.

"Please, you have to help me!" I begged not letting go of the women; I feared if I did my knees would give out.

The women look a mix of confused and uncaring as she said to me, "You'll have to get in line, sweetheart. I already have one paying customer and you ain't it."

I had no idea what she meant even as she and I both looked over at the man who seemed to have no idea what to do with our exchange. In the time I was looking away, the women was able to remove my hands from her, dropping them and watching with a raised brow as I dropped to the soft muddy ground. Stepping over me and asking the man if they had a deal.

"But you have to help me! He's going to find me again I just know it!" I begged looking between the man and women.

I continued to beg as I did my best to pull myself up even going so far as to grab the man's leg when he looked down at me. The women sent me a dirty look.

"Stop distracting my client!" She hissed at me, before turning back and asking once again if they had a deal.

The man took one last look at me and then looked at the women, calling her a demon, giving her a yes. In a moment so quick you would think it never happened she kissed him.

"See you in ten years, Doll." She smirked and snapped her fingers and the man was gone.

Just gone, poof like some kind of magicians magic act. Except there were no trap doors, no smoke or mirrors, he was just gone like he had never been there at all. Just as I was trying to make some sense of what I just saw, the women or demon turned to me with a bored look.

"Now I wish I could help you, Doll, but you didn't summon me. And well demon or not, it's the rules, maybe next time though." She straightened up looking for all the world like she would disappear just like she had made the man.

"Please..." I wimpred one last time looking up at the women.

"Now what's all this?" An accented man's voice sounded from behind me.

Both myself and the Demon women looked at the man who had just appeared out of nowhere. The man, who I guess was a Demon too, and oh God I must have lost my mind, Demons... But, I guess at this point that's better then Zane getting his hand on me again. I shivered at the thought. The Demon was dressed in an expensive dark blue suit with a matching overcoat, and if I had been in my right mind, I would have said he was rather hot. He had a bit of a beard and a mustache, but unlike most men it fit him, he also had a full head of dark hair that was plasted to his head.

"Crowley, I was just saying goodbye to the little pet. Came running in on my deal." The Demon women said with both a verbal and physical eyeroll.

"Help me... Please..." I felt like it was rather hopeless, but I didn't think I had it in me to get up and keep moving.

Crowley looked down at me and at first the look on his face and in his eyes said he was bored with all of this already. And then his eyes moved down my body slowly, taking in my ripped leggings and the bruises that I'm sure were starting to develop on my face and wrists, that's when the look in his eyes changed though his face didn't. Somehow they became both soft and full of fury, then they snapped back up to the women beside me.

"Leave." He said in a commanding tone that had the women gone without protest.

I looked up at him fearfully, after all, what if he wanted to hurt me too? I don't know that I could get away a second time, I didn't even know how I did it the first. But I knew my strength was failing me when I very well may need it again.

But then he walked slowly to me kneeling down to touch my face "Oh Dove, what happened to you?"

Something about his soft voice made me feel safe like nothing was ever going to hurt me again though I wasn't so naive as to believe it, I let it take the fight out of me. My eyes rolling back in my head just as an even angier bolt of lighting fractured the sky in two.

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The Devotion of Light and the Allure of Darkness (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/9JE9nUcLDU For Diana Lane it would seem that both Heaven and Hell desire her. But will she chose the devotion of the light or the allure of darkness? Or will she have to? After all the allure of darkness is not the absence of light... Light trigger warning for mentions of rape.