So my brother’s cat in lying in the middle of my bed right now (while I’m still in bed may I add) and I had this idea. I know I’ve not been posting but I’ll see how things go after this.
Crowley x reader
No specified gender
Warning for swearing
Cutesy hellhounds
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You moaned quietly to yourself as you woke. Last night had been great, but you were so fucking tired. You stretched your arms and went to sit up, but quickly found that that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. You looked down to see a massive Hellhound lying right across the middle of your bed, over the top of both Crowley and yourself - pinning you both at your thighs. Well damn.
A slightly closer inspection led you to realise that the Hellhound was Juliet - fair enough, she was very protective of you both, and tended to stick closer to you than any of the others, but this was new, and slightly strange.
You rubbed your eyes then nudged Crowley, “Are you awake?” you whispered, knowing that Juliet certainly wasn’t. “Crowley” you hissed, gently giving him a shove.
“Hmm, what is it, Love?” His voice was rough from sleep. He blinked sleepily, then tried to roll over to you - and found that he couldn’t. He blinked again, frowning, “What’s...?”
You smiled at the tired look of confusion on his face, “Juliet”
“Juliet?” You pointed down at the Hellhound on your laps. He looked, “Ah”
“Could you please move the guard dog, my King?” you said, teasingly.
Crowley half sat up, as much as he was capable of anyway, “Juliet?” he called sweetly, “Juliet?” But he got no reaction. “Juliet, here girl” he called again, a little louder.
Ooft.
She rolled over onto her other side to face the two of you, her tail thumping off the duvet as she saw you were both awake. If it had been any normal dog, there would be no issue - push the damn thing down and your problem would have been solved. Now, you did love Juliet, and Growley too - they were loyal dogs - but they just so happened to be at least twice the size of a fucking great dane!
“Juliet” you groaned. She let out a loud ‘arrf’, sat up and started panting, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. You shook your head.
“Juliet, come here - come to daddy” you laughed for a moment a Crowley’s attempt, before you saw Juliet get to her feet. Yes! Then she plonked herself down right between Crowley and you. NO!
Juliet gave Crowley an affectionate lick up his face before turning and flopping her head down on your chest. You groaned, your ribs being crushed under the sudden weight. Crowley wiped his face with his hands, his expression ever so slight disgusted. You looked down at Juliet - sharp teeth, flaming red eyes with sleek black fur - the easiest way to differentiate her from Growley, who’s fur was thick and shaggy - you had the sudden urge to want anyone else on earth to have to wake up to the giant monster on their bed. Not that you though of the surprisingly sweet hound as a real monster.
“This is your fault” you groaned at Crowley.
He looked scandalised, “My fault? How is this my fault?”
“Don’t think I don’t know that you let them up on the bed while I’m away - I always find their hairs on my pillow, you idiot” you huffed. Truth be told you weren’t that bothered about them getting up on the bed, but you were bothered about them napping on top of you!
He didn’t have much in the way of a come back to that one - “...Growley started it”
You turned your head dramatically to look at him, “What?”
“You were away one night and he came up to the side of the bed and kept nudging me so I let him up, then Juliet just jumped up next to him - now they just go up anytime your not there.”
“I think you’re missing a key fact there hun - I am here!”
“Sorry?” he offered, knowing he was in at least a little trouble.
You sighed, patting Juliet’s head. You spoke to her, “Where’s your partner in crime then? Go on, where is he?” Then a large shaggy head popped up at the bottom of your bed, “There you are, Growley - right, come up here boy”
“Oh no-” was all Crowley managed to get out before the other huge Hellhound leapt up onto the bed and flopped down on top of him, slobbering all over his face. “Ah! Help, please, Y/N! Help! Damn bloody dogs!”
You laughed, still patting Juliet, “That’s what you fucking get”
