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Music was resonating within the hallways of Hell. Y/N walked there, confused until they reached the throne room. They remained quiet as they saw none other than Crowley who seemed to put ribbons on his hellhound Juliet. That was already unusual and it only became even more unsettling as the King of Hell was smiling. Did they somehow jump into a parallel universe without noticing?
“I can sense your grace, darling.” Crowley almost hummed in his deep voice.
“I didn’t mean to spy on you, I just arrived.” Y/N tried to explain.
“You don’t even need to tell me where you were– you reek of the Impala’s stench, Feathers’ habits are slowly rubbing off on you. The flannelled duo may be entertaining but they still don’t deserve that you babysit them.” He scoffed as he adjusted the ribbons.
“Are you signalling me some jealousy?” They teased as they approached him now.
“Jealous? Me?” He pointed at himself. “I would rather die a second time. I only happen to know your worth and that you chose me.” He added in a whisper close to their ear.
“I wouldn’t have expected less from you.” They smiled.
Juliet came directly to greet them, with despair in her gaze and the specific puppy stare she knew Y/N loved.
“My poor baby… What has your dad done to you huh?” They asked as they rubbed the hellhound’s belly very fondly.
“Y/N, please tell me that you are kidding me.” Crowley almost looked offended as he took a step back and raised his eyebrows.
The angel remained silent. Did they actually forget something important? Despite the King of Hell being also a certified drama King, they were certain he would not act this specific way unless he had a very good reason. Crowley’s gaze was intense on them but they still were lost inside their own mind trying to find the missing piece of information that they lacked.
“Oh. So you genuinely forgot.” The demon sighed looking at Y/N’s angelic aura and seeing their wings moving in the very specific way they did when they were clueless.
The demon snapped his finger and a wooden table appeared in the middle of the room. Candles were lit on top, and food was plated, letting an enticing aroma out. A second finger snap and chairs appeared, and another one and Crowley was now wearing a beautiful black velvety suit with a matching red tie.
“This is our anniversary, my love.” Crowley smiled almost too softly as he extended his hand towards them which Y/N held and then got seated.
Confusion could still be read on the angel’s face until they had an epiphany. “For Heaven’s– For All’s sake. This is not an anniversary.” They looked slightly concerned for their significant other. “This was the day I was sent by Heaven to kill you.” They finally reckoned.
“Precisely.” Crowley was proud that they remembered at last. “This happens to be the day that I found solace in your so annoying and yet so delicate angelic face.”
“I’m relieved that I didn’t follow my orders.” They could not help but smile.
“Indubitably Shakespearean of you, my dear.”
“In a less tragic form, I hope.”
Crowley snapped his fingers once again and a frame appeared on the walls, an angel blade was encased in it. Y/N could recognise that specific blade out of the thousands forged in Heaven, it was theirs – the specific one they had fought with as a soldier and the one that was supposed to seal the King of Hell’s fate.
“You kept it.” They were surprised.
“What are you taking me for? It matters to our shared story. That blade is the symbol of your rebellion and the testimony of our first meeting. Dare I say that it’s the utmost proof that romance still exists.”
Y/N finally chuckled, that was the real music to Crowley’s ears. “Now I feel underdressed for our ‘anniversary’.” They added as they were wearing their casual outfit.
“This doesn’t matter to me.” The demon said even if he knew that the angel was probably bothered by that.
Y/N’s feeling was soon a distant memory as another finger snap echoed in the room and the angel was suddenly wearing a black velvety outfit matching the King of Hell’s. Even Juliet seemed more excited as the hound was tip-tapping back and forth towards each of her parents.
“Happy anniversary, my love.” Y/N finally said.
“Happy anniversary, my angel.” Crowley replied before kissing them with all the love the demon was capable of expressing.