Author: sterekloveaffairs
Characters: Reader x Crowley
Warnings: fluff, domestic Crowley, implied smut, flirty Crowley, daddy!Crowley
“No! Please don’t!” My face had paled in horror and all Crowley did, was grin.
“Give me one good reason why,” he mused. His hand was hoovering dangerously close to the button, my eyes darted towards the sleeping toddler in the stroller. I looked back at Crowley.
“You touch that button, I invite my mother to spend the holidays with us.” He immediately pulled back, scowling.
“Alright, alright,” he muttered, pouting because I wouldn’t let him play. He glanced one more time at the big robot Santa toy and then decided to not push the “try me” button that had been screaming at him since we walked into the aisle.
We had been driving around for hours today, looking for the last decorations and gifts, as it was the most wonderful time of the year. Wonderful my ass, closer to freaking hell when you had a two-year-old that had finally fallen asleep and would be hungry and moody if woken up. So Crowley knew he had to be quiet if he wanted to spend Christmas in peace instead of being haunted by his lovely wife who had just threatened to involve her not so lovely mother.
“You’re the one who convinced me to fully embrace the phenomenon that has people putting up dead trees in their living rooms.”
“You know I only convinced you because some people have decorative angels on top of them.” Crowley smirked.
“Those bastards deserve something itchy up their arse.” I slapped his arm.
“For hell’s sake, woman, the child is asleep!”
“And I would like to keep it that way! So no jingly toys, no forbidden words and no more annoying a mother who already has trouble putting her toddler to sleep because of Christmas excitement!”
“You’re spoiling all the fun, love, where is your Christmas spirit?” He teased.
“Oh, you will know that when you keep behaving like this!” He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck.
“I love it when you get all intimidating,” he purred, “It’s cute.”
“Well hold your horses, I’m about to get real fucking adorable,” I hissed with my most innocent smile.
“Language, love,” he chuckled.
“You’re not serious.” Crowley stared at me, disgust and hatred written all over his face. I just stood there, smiling, knowing damn well that he was helpless, that there was nothing he could do to stop me, if he even wanted me to.
“You can’t be,” he muttered eventually. I laughed.
“Oh, come on, it will be amazing, we can take pictures and send them to my family, and all our friends.” I bet Dean had never had a better Christmas present. He would be over the moon if he ever laid eyes on all the pictures I planned on taking.
“You do realize that I am the King of hell, don’t you?” He then said while straightening his shoulders and puffing his chest. Right, here we go, I forgot about his pride and easily inflatable yet very fragile ego.
“And I am your wife, you promised to love me in good times and bad, through sickness and sorrow, so I don’t think it’s too much to ask when I want to do something nice with my husband and son.”
“Darling, I’m all for creating sappy memories, but the boy is barely two, he won’t even remember me wearing that monstrosity!” Crowley gestured wildly towards the hangers, and I believed the ‘king of hell’ was about to lose his cool over something as ridiculous as pyjamas.
“This is just a little unfair, don’t you think?” I said while I raised my eyebrows and put the hangers in the trolley anyways. It’s not like he could do anything about it, not without letting go of the stroller that still cradled our sleeping baby.
“Enlighten me, my love, how is it unfair to you in any possible way should I refuse to wear fucking candy cane Christmas pyjamas?”
“I always dress up into something nice when you ask me to.” I said with an innocent smile. I turned around, because I didn’t even have to look at him to know that there was a familiar sly grin creeping up his face.
“That’s true,” he spoke up from behind me, “but that has been a while, don’t you agree?”
“Well, it’s not as if you actually watch me wear those things for longer than a few minutes, and besides, you haven’t asked in a while.”
“Hmm, well, I wouldn’t oppose if you decided to dress up as a cute little elf for me tonight.” I turned around, he had stopped a little bit back and was holding up a green hat, the same grin still plastered on his face.
“Just a hat? That’s not a very good costume, is it?”
“Au contraire, darling, it is a very good costume.”
“It scares me what I’m willing to do for you.”
“Shut up and smile at the camera,” I said, holding it up in the air for us. It was Christmas Eve, and as usual, I had gotten my way. Me, my husband and our son were all wearing the same pyjamas, red and white with candy canes all over them, and a red Santa hat to top it all. So of course, I had to take pictures.
“Allow me, dear.” Crowley subtly levitated the camera in the air, making the little boy in his arms laugh and squeal.
“One word of advice, my prince, if you ever get married, make sure she won’t be like your mother.” I laughed, cuddling up against the both of them, feeling Crowley kiss my cheek when the camera flashed. I could not describe the happiness I felt when I saw the result, and even more so when I saw Crowley turn our son around on his lap to look at him before continuing his fatherly advice.
“Because even if you’re the King of hell, there is always a woman who will be your Queen of torture.”
