Crowley’s Foolgif is not mine
Title: Crowley’s Fool
Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word Count: 877
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: This was requested by @mikumaythebeast! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Crowley’s Fool

gif is not mine

Title: Crowley’s Fool

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 877

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This was requested by @mikumaythebeast! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 <3

It was getting close to Christmas time in the bunker.  You had already decorated the bunker with a Christmas tree and garland on the railings around the bunker.  You were proud of the work you had done.  It was nice that Sam and Dean enjoyed the decorations as much as you did.  They were finally in the Christmas spirit.  However, there was one demon in particular who was never a fan of Christmas.

Crowley descended down the stairs with his hands in his coat pockets.  He cringed at the brightly colored garland that twisted around the metal staircase.  The way the garland twinkled as the lights hit it, didn’t please him either.  “[Y/N], where is Moose and Squirrel,” Crowley asked as he wandered into the library.

“They are out on a hunt and I thought I would stay here and finish a few things,” you smiled.  You held up a mistletoe, smiling at Crowley, “I think I’m gonna trick Cas and Dean and get them under the mistletoe together.”

“That’s evil, I like it [Y/N],” Crowley mused.  The King of Hell looked around, seeing the tree full of multi-colored lights and ornaments.  “Do you really need all of this?”

You hung the mistletoe in the doorway that lead out of the library.  As you turned around you picked up the box, putting it on the table.  “I think the more Christmasy it looks, the better,” you answered joyfully.  “I know you’re the King of Hell, but get in the spirit Crowley.”

“Darling you know I hate this holiday,” Crowley stated.  “There’s not much that can put me in the holiday spirit.”

You peered up at Crowley, leaning your elbow on the box of decorations.  “It would be nice if you could just help me finish decorating.  Then I’ll help you get into the Christmas mood,” you offered.

“Fine,” Crowley sighed.  “What do you need help with [Y/N]?”

“I need to decorate Sam and Dean’s doors,” you divulged.  “It would be best if I did it while they were gone.  They hate it when I decorate their stuff.”

“I can’t imagine why,” Crowley remarked with heavy sarcasm.  “What do you plan on doing to their rooms?”

“A little bit of lights can’t hurt,” you smirked, holding up a couple strand of lights.  “I just can’t hang lights above their doors.  I’m not tall enough.  So I need to climb on your shoulders.”

“Are you mad [Y/N],” Crowley asked.  “That’s a terrible idea.”

“Oh I’m sorry, do you have a better idea,” you inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“Let’s just get this over and done with.  I have better things to do,” Crowley stated flatly.

After you and Crowley finished hanging lights above Sam and Dean’s doors, you hopped off of his shoulders.  Crowley quickly grabbed your hand, keeping you from stumbling backwards.  Once you regained your balance, Crowley didn’t let go of your hand.  A small blush spread across your cheeks.

“You should be more careful [Y/N],” Crowley murmured.  “I can’t always be there to catch you before you fall.”

“Thanks Crowley,” you spoke softly.

Crowley pulled you close to him, putting a hand under your chin.  “We wouldn’t want that now would we [Y/N],” Crowley mumbled.  Being around you had changed Crowley.  He often found himself standing outside the bunker for no reason.  Most of the time he would think of you and got so lost in thought that he never remembered teleporting to the bunker.

You liked being close to Crowley.  He was stronger than people thought.  He slid his arm around your waist, pushing the two of you closer together.  When you looked into Crowley’s eyes, you could see desire in his eyes.  You were sure he could see the same desire in your eyes.  There was definitely something between the two of you.  Now you were closer to Crowley than you had ever been before.

Crowley snapped his fingers, pointing upwards.  There was now a mistletoe above the two of you.  He smirked, his eyes now fixed on you.  “Well [Y/N],” Crowley hinted.  “What do you have to say now?”

“Kiss me you fool,” you whispered wrapping your arms around his neck.

Crowley didn’t hesitate to press his lips against yours, his hand flushing your body against his.  Crowley’s kiss was hungry and impatient.  He had waited so long to kiss you.  Your lips felt as soft as he thought they would be.  He could tell you wanted this just as much as he did.

As you broke the kiss, you grinned at Crowley, “that was some kiss.”

“There’s more where that came from [Y/N],” Crowley whispered.  

“I like the sound of that,” you hummed.  You noticed how Crowley was now smiling.  “I guess I got you into the Christmas mood.”

“Oh you can do so much better than getting me into the Christmas mood kitten,” Crowley teased.  He thought to himself for a few seconds before speaking again.  “If you’d like we can go get a drink [Y/N]?  I know a place that has a wonderful alcoholic eggnog.  Or hot cocoa if you prefer.”

“I’d like that,” you nodded, smiling up at Crowley.

Who knew getting Crowley into the spirit of Christmas was so easy?


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