#dramatic crowley

I Want To Know What Love Is

“My dear, I’m afraid you’re not having a heart attack,” Aziraphale tells him, amusement coloring his tone.

Crowley frowns, but his grip at his chest loosens a little bit. “But it’s… it’s…” he waves his hand in front of his heart mimicking the irregular thudding. “That’s normal?” He drags Aziraphale’s hand down and presses it flat against his heart where it hammers away so he can feel for himself.

“Not entirely,” Aziraphale answers truthfully, pressing his lips together briefly. He pulls his hand away from Crowley’s chest. “Though, given the other symptoms you seem to be experiencing…” he trails off, and his cheeks go a little pink.

“What is it, angel?” Crowley demands.

Aziraphale then titters into his hand, like he just remembered a joke Crowley isn’t in on. “Oh, my dear, I do believe you’re in love,” he says. The rosy color of his cheeks grows darker.

Crowley blinks. “I’m… what?”

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crowley.exe has stopped working fic is here!! 

aziraphale smiles like the sun, crowley goes into cardiac arrest— or so he thinks. ft. flustered, dramatic crowley and patient, kindly amused aziraphale