Aww, thank you! And thank you for the prompt! I think I know what you might’ve wanted with this but this went slightly sideways… Hope that’s okay! Prompt is from this list. Feel free to suggest prompts you wanna see!

Aziraphale hums as he tries to focus on the words on the page in front of him. He tries to turn the page and frowns when he gets two pages instead of one. Sighing he tries to go back a page but as difficult as turning the page one handed is, trying to go back is twice as hard.

His other hand, playing idlely with Crowley’s curls, does not move. It’s far more important than trying to get the right page.

‘You are allowed to use both hands to read,’ Crowley says in a sleepy voice, shuffling his head which is in Aziraphale’s lap.

Aziraphale peeks under his book to smile down at Crowley. ‘I do not believe I could forgive myself if I did.’

That gets a huff of laughter from Crowley and a shift which moves his head further into Aziraphale’s lap.

The move does make Aziraphale pause, for a moment. Crowley’s eyes snap open and he sits up a touch.

‘Angel? You alright?’

Aziraphale tries for a smile. ‘I’m fine dear. May I continue?’

Crowley rolls over so he’s looking up at Aziraphale instead of facing the side. Taking the hint, Aziraphale puts his book to the side and places both hands in Crowley’s curls.

‘Not what I was after Aziraphale. What’s wrong?’

Aziraphale shakes his head. ‘An idle thought, nothing more. Did you want me to stop?’

‘I never want you to stop,’ Crowley says absently and something warm in Aziraphale’s heart takes flight. ‘What thought?’

‘Just,’ Aziraphale bites his lip then sighs. ‘I… I realised that for a broken angel, I’m really rather oddly broke-’

Crowley surges up and cuts Aziraphale off, his hands grip at Aziraphale’s shoulders. ‘You’re not broken!’ he roars, in a way that would’ve been rude if it had been anyone else yelling in Aziraphale’s face. ‘Who told you were broken?’

Aziraphale runs his hand along Crowley’s cheek. ‘Oh my dear, I’m in love with a demon.’ He looks down, then back up through his lashes unable to bear not seeing Crowley’s face. ‘Heaven made it clear how broken I am when they tried to kill me.’ 

‘There’s nothing wrong with you,’ Crowley says, looking Aziraphale in the face while projecting the full force of his regard. Aziraphale sinks into it with a sigh that almost has him closing his eyes.

‘Crowley-’

‘There’s nothing wrong with you,’ Crowley repeats and runs a hand through Aziraphale’s hair. ‘You were the brightest light of love in Heaven, the best of all that God decided was good and then you came to Earth and made yourself so much better than anything they could’ve imagined. Not broken; just different.’

Aziraphale’s heart melts. ‘Oh Crowley.’

‘And whatever idle thought has you doubting that - has you thinking you might be anything less than perfect - is not one worth considering.’

Aziraphale has nothing left to do but kiss Crowley, a long one that takes full advantage of their not needing to breathe.

Finally they pull back and Crowley shifts as if there’s something under him. ‘Swap places angel, it’s my turn.’

With a smile, Aziraphale shifts so he can place his head in Crowley’s lap. He reaches for his book but Crowley pulls it from his hand.

‘Oh no angel. I got this. Where were you up to?’

Aziraphale’s eyes slip closed as Crowley’s sure fingers run through his hair, his beautiful voice reading Aziraphale’s book aloud.