The Queen of Hell
Prompt: Reader is a nurse and has had a relationship with Crowley for some time now. Reader has moved in, etc, and had a really really bad day. Fluff.
"You better not be smirking at me, Mr." Came your retort as you looked up at the man you'd fallen in love with all those moths ago. He was currently sat on the couch watching as you tried, and ultimately failed, to locate the hellhound that you could feel the breath of against your leg.
"Why? What are you going to do to me if I am in fact smirking at you?" Crowley asked.
"I'll set Sadie here on you." It was then that you felt another whisp of breath before a small weight descended upon your leg, shuffling around to get comfy for a seconds. You smiled, judging from the weight the position of the hellhounds head. You then proceeded to stroke her gently, Sadie happily allowing you to do so.
"You're gonna' turn her soft." Crowley stated.
"She's already soft, and she's old, she deserves to be looked after." You responded with a smile as you continued to stroke Sadie. "And anyway, you're really good at cheering people up when they've had a bad day, aren't you Sadie?" You looked down at the invisible creature in your lap.
A little happy growl could be heard in response.
"True. In her hay day, she would have ripped you apart in seconds." Crowley explained.
"Crowley, we both know that you have other hellhounds and they all treat me exactly the same way."
"Well, when the King of Hell dates the most beautiful woman on the planet, everyone knows."
"Come here." Crowley patted the cushion next to him on the couch.
You stopped stroking Sadie as you got to your feet, mindful of the bundle of fur that wouldn't leave your side. Walking over to the couch, you sat down next to Crowley and snuggled into his side. Sadie joined you as she lay on your outstretched legs, and Crowley wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. Planting a sort kiss to the top of your head, his hand found yours as your fingers intertwined with each others.
"Don't ever change, Y/N." Crowley stated with a smile.
"Don't ever stop being the world's biggest softy." You giggled before closing the gap between you and pecking him on the lips. "Crowley, you saved me when no one else was there to, and I appreciate that so much..."
"Stop..." Crowley interrupted you. "You never have to thank me for anything, okay? I love you, and when you love someone, you'll do anything for them. I've loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you in that hospital, and that's never changed. You are perfect, even if you don't think you are. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. And your mine, and I am the luckiest demon in the world because of that."
A tear trickled down your cheek as you smiled. "I love you, Crowley."