#wing removal

Crowley x angel reader

There were very few ways that Crowley could use to describe [Name]. She was polite, for starters, interested in plants and flowers, along with animals. And was somehow able to understand Aziraphale when he witted on about who knows what. The two got along like two puppies, they were angels after all.

He originally met [Name] when he met up with Aziraphale in Rome. He didn't notice her at first as she hid behind Aziraphale - shy little thing- and he introduced them to each other. To say she was skeptical about being around a demon was an understatement; she was almost scared of him. Aziraphale didn't tell him why, and he always reassured her that he was not a threat.

Over time though, the two did grow a form of friendship, they would talk - despite her insisting to sit at least one seat away from him. She even bought him a flower as a way of apologising for her actions. It was progress.

Then it happened. Crowley's stress levels had reached a threatening level and he seeked a quiet place to calm himself, so he sat in the back room of Aziraphale's bookshop. [Name] had slipped in to gather some books when he heard footsteps. In a moment of blind anger, he lunged from the darkness, eyes glowing and fangs bared, emitting a haunting hiss at the intruder. [Name] threw herself into a corner, grabbing the first thing to be used as a weapon - which happened to be a pair of scissors - and began to thrash around violently in an attempt to protect herself, eyes screwed shut and yelling at him to leave her alone.

Tears had spilled from her eyes, glinting in the low light. Aziraphale heard her panicked screams and came running to her side.

"Crowley, leave us be for now." he ordered, taking the scissors from [Name] 's hand and cradling her head in his chest like a brother protecting his younger sister. Crowley couldn't help but watch, she seemed so afraid of him. It... hurt. It hurt to see her be so afraid of him, even though she knew he would never hurt her.

In the dim light, Crowley could see her eyes when she saw him lunging towards her. She looked as if she was a burn victim being forced close to flames again.

Once she was calmed, Aziraphale told her to rest and decided to speak to Crowley.

"What, was that about, Angel?" he asked when they sat down. Aziraphale sighed before speaking.

"As you're aware, [Name] is an angel. But she has not always been this afraid of demons." he said, Crowley furrowed his brow in confusion. "It happened before you both met. She was sent down to Earth for a job. Check on a list of humans and report back how they're doing. It should have been a simple job, maybe a day or two. But... She didn't come back." Aziraphale took another breath and intertwined his hands together, clearly uncomfortable with talking about it.

"She had been kidnapped by a couple of demons and dragged down to Hell." Crowley blinked, he remembered some demons boasting about kidnapping an angel, he just didn't expect it to be [Name]. "They put her through all types of torture. But the one that affected her most was that they... They removed her wings." Aziraphale held his hand to his eyes for a moment, trying not to remember the image of her blood covered back, two lacerations running symmetrically down her back where he wings should have been. The sight made the angel almost ill.

"Since that day, she has been terrified of demons. Regardless of how long ago it was, she still refuses to sit in a dark room." so that's why she was so afraid of him when he went for her in the darkness. A cold pit twisted in his guts.

"I had no idea. Aziraphale, if I knew, I wouldn't have gone for her." Aziraphale nodded,

"I know, I know. It's just, she'll need time to understand that you meant her no harm. But I'm certain she'll understand. You are her friend after all."

After that talk, Crowley went straight up to her room. Gently knocking before he walked in, he saw [Name] curled up on the bed, trying to read a book in her hands. Her gaze looked up and a spark of fear flashed her eyes for only a moment, but it still hurt him.

"I wanted to apologise for what happened." he said, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses as he didn't want to send her into another panic attack. She nodded lightly, allowing him to sit down on her bed.

"Aziraphale told me what happened to you. And I just want you to know, I would never hurt you in any way." he turned to her but kept the distance she wished. [Name] glanced down for a moment before taking a breath. Slowly, almost cautiously, she crawled over to him. Her hand slowly resting on his shoulder,

"I know you wouldn't hurt me. I was just... I didn't know it was you for a moment." She explained, hoping it would help ease his guilt, which it did. He held her hand on his shoulder, a smile pulling his lips at her forgiving nature, even though he was what she feared. Her soft gaze locked on his sunglasses.

"C-Can I see them?" Crowley was about to speak when she spoke, "I-I need to see that they aren't the eyes of the ones who tortured me. Please." Crowley nodded, leaning forward so she could remove them herself. He knew that giving her a sense of control was a way to help heal trauma. Slowly, her fingers wrapped around the sunglasses and slipped them from his face, revealing his golden, serpant eyes to her.

Her fingers trailed up to his temples, feeling the skin around his eyes as if checking for something her torturer had. Her own eyes, though, never left his. They were soft, gently glowing in the light and empty of tears. A small smile pulled her lips,

"Your eyes are beautiful." That one sentence, that one comment, struck straight though his chest, blooming a warm feeling within his chest. He couldn't stop the smile that pulled his own lips.

"As are yours." She faintly blushed at that. He held her hand against his cheek, leaning into her touch slightly. She didn't seem to mind. She only smiled.