'Til Death Do Us Part - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 3

Y/N's Apartment

The engine of Crowley's sleek Bentley purred as it navigated the winding streets, taking them back to Y/N's apartment. The sun was bright in the sky, its rays shimmering against the spotless paint of the car.. Y/N leaned back in her seat, taking in the familiar route.

As she gazed around the car's interior, her eyes fell on a peculiar stack of mail resting on the dashboard. The envelopes had no addresses, just Crowley's name. Y/N couldn't help but wonder why mail meant for Crowley was piling up in his car, and not being delivered to his apartment.

A furrow of curiosity creased her brow as she thought about it. Her mind wandered, considering the reasons for this odd situation. Crowley had been spending an increasing amount of time at her apartment, and she couldn't help but connect the dots. Was this why the mail wasn't making its way to his place anymore?

Breaking the silence, Y/N turned to Crowley, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. "Hey, why haven't we been to your apartment in ages?" she asked, a hint of concern in her tone.

Crowley didn't meet her gaze, instead focusing on the road ahead. "Oh, my apartment is undergoing some renovations," he replied casually, though his voice held a slight edge of defensiveness.

Y/N nodded, believing his explanation but still puzzled. "Renovations, huh? That's a long time for renovations, don't you think?"

Crowley's response was measured. "Well, you know how these things can be. Delays, unforeseen issues... it's a bit of a mess right now."

Y/N leaned back in her seat, pondering his words. A thought nagged at her. "But couldn't you just use one of your miraculous fixes to speed things up?"

Crowley's fingers tightened on the steering wheel, a subtle tell of his discomfort. "Well, yes, but you know how I feel about too much heavenly intervention. I prefer things to run their natural course," he explained, though his voice carried a hint of evasion.

Y/N accepted his words with a nod, not wanting to press the matter further. She didn't want to pry, but a small sense of curiosity still lingered, wondering if there was more to Crowley's mysterious renovations than met the eye. They continued their drive back to her apartment, leaving the unopened mail and unanswered questions behind.

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Y/N's apartment complex came into view, and Crowley deftly parked his Bentley in the usual spot. He remained by the driver's door, his lean form casually leaning against the sleek car. Y/N stepped out, the city sounds enveloping her as she made her way to the entrance of the building. She needed to grab a few things from her apartment.

As Y/N entered the building, Crowley pulled out his mobile phone, his expression a mix of anticipation and humor. He received a call from an unknown number, which he presumed to be Shax, and with a hint of amusement in his voice, he answered.

"Yeah?" Crowley's silky voice resonated over the phone.

Shax's voice, full of the customary demonic whimsy, replied, "Something else I thought you should know..."

Crowley sighed, somewhat frustrated by the situation. "Okay. Basic demon on Earth stuff. Either call on the phone and talk, or appear mysteriously. Don't do both."

With that, he ended the call and turned to find Shax materialized behind him, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"What's got you calling?" Crowley asked, curious.

Shax wasted no time, diving straight into the reason for her abrupt appearance. "A little more information has emerged about the business in the upper floors. Whatever's going on concerns Gabriel."