#fliuff?

Requested byyyyyyyYyyyYyy: @xxplantaestheticsxx

Hello me again could I request a clingy Crowley x reader and please make it really fluffy

You bet I can!

Also, I'm sure most of you have realised that I keep things gender neutral unless otherwise stated in the request, so if you want the reader to be Female or Male or so on, you might wanna mention it. I'm just trying to be all inclusive, because as a smol trans bean, I understand the struggles :)

Fluffy Crowley is like...b e s t

If someone ever called Crowley soft, he would probably miracle them back into the 15th century. After all, soft was a four letter word, and he hated that. The fact that someone had the nerve to describe him with a four letter word was horrendous to him. The nerve of it!

Although, even if it hadn't been a four letter word, he would've gotten annoyed. He was not soft, not at all. No way was he ever soft, and he never would be. Even if he hung out with an angel and a human almost every day, he would not ever be soft. Or so he told himself, but it was a lie.

Y/N knew that Crowley was lying when he said he wasn't soft. It was such a obvious lie to anyone who really knew him, but every time Y/N brought it up, Crowley would hiss, and dismiss the accusation, with an annoyed "I'm not soft!". Aziraphale and Y/N both found it highly amusing.

He was, very clearly, a lot nicer that he made out he was, actually, after all, he once ended up taking a baby bird that had fallen from it's nest home to raise it. He was convinced that Aziraphale and Y/N didn't know, actually, but they did. They weren't going to tell him though.

And then Y/N and Crowley started dating, and Y/N got to see a whole different side of Crowley. He was a Demon, so sensing negativity was second nature to him, and once he even got the slightest hint of negativeness from Y/N, he would be at their side, concerned, and ready to hug.

Or maybe he'd be ready to deal some damage to whoever caused Y/N to feel like that. He would, and he wouldn't hesitate. Both Y/N and Aziraphale knew that, so they usually refrained from telling Crowley whenever someone did something that wasn't exactly...good to them.

Anyway, Y/N and Crowley ended up keeping the bird. It was, quite ironically, a Crow, and Y/N made sure that Crowley knew, mentioning it whenever they had a chance. It was rather amusing, actually. They both agreed to name it Jason, as a nod to the mythology that Y/N was fond of.

There had actually been times where Y/N had found Crowley, sat in his throne, with Jason perched on his shoulder. Crowley would be feeding the Crow, and gently petting him, and Y/N would fall just that little bit more in love.

That's all it took, really. Y/N had been close with Crowley for hundreds of years, Y/N was a Demon, not that it mattered because hell just didn't bother. Y/N was too wild, too fast, and too smart for them to keep up.

But seeing Crowley being...soft to an animal (it had been a snake the first time, unsurprisingly) was all it really took for Y/N to completely fall, in all sense of the word. Y/N had once been an angel, and Y/N had once fell. Crowley would say that Y/N had danced while falling, because Y/N was graceful. Sometimes.

All it took for Crowley to fall was seeing Y/N tending to his plants one day. He had recently got a Dendrobium, also known as a Spring Dream, and it wasn't growing too well. Y/N had decided that it needed a little more affection, and had actually sat down, with the plant, and talked to it soothingly, with soft words of encouragement. "You can do it, come on little guy, you gotta grow big and strong and he won't do a thing, I promise. Can you do that?" They had cooed, in a voice so melodic that it belonged in heaven.

Well, it had, but those times were long past.

Sometimes Crowley got a little...lonely.

He wouldn't admit it, but sometimes he just wanted affection, love, even. Being a Demon wasn't easy, especially if you were...somewhat cling once knowing someone properly. Crowley had to deal with that though. He would have to deal with fleeting glances, small touches, and one night bouts of passion.

After all, he was a Demon. He didn't need anyone.

But then he did. He didn't want meaningless touches, he just wanted to be loved, to be wanted, to be needed. So when Y/N and him finally got together, he was secretly partying.

They would sit together on a couch, one Crowley had miracled into his flat, and they would be impossibly close, heads resting on each other, hands intertwined, bodies tangled, because they both wanted to be loved.

Sometimes he got a little bit needy,or clingy. Y/N had told Crowley over and over that if he ever needed something, just go get 'em, even if they were sleeping. It's not like Y/N really needed the sleep, it was just nice.

So when Crowley got clingy, he'd clamber into bed with Y/N, and Y/N would wrap him up in long arms, and silky wings, and if they weren't sleeping, they'd both just lie on the couch, listening to the sound of the other's breathing, and if they were outside they'd listen to the soothing chirping of the birds.

Crowley wouldn't admit that he was soft, but he was.

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