Hugfest Fic: Aziraphale/Crowley - I Caught An Angel! (Better Hug Him)
For the Ace Omens Discord Server’s Hugfest 2024. Today’s prompt is ‘Sleepy hug’. This can also be found on AO3 here
Crowley barely glances at his watch before he’s looking back at the television and trying not to swear. The scorpion in front of his character waves its tail threateningly and he freezes.
‘Are you going to sleep tonight?’ Aziraphale asks, his tone a little more pointed than it had been a moment before.
Putting down his controller, now the little bastard is captured, Crowley looks over at Aziraphale. ‘Think so,’ he says lightly. ‘I just wanted to finish a couple of things in this first before I do.’
Aziraphale gives the screen a sideways look. ‘Ah.’
Crowley picks his controller up again. ‘You can go upstairs and read,’ he says with a laugh. ‘I’ll join you in bed in a second.’
That gets Aziraphale to smile, leaning in to kiss Crowley’s cheek. ‘I’ll see you up there,’ he whispers and goes.
Ignoring the heat in his cheeks, Crowley goes to see if there’s another bastard of a bug hiding on his island before he turns in.
‘And done,’ Crowley whispers as he finishes reorganising his room. He glances at the corner of the screen and freezes.
‘Shit!’ he curses. Aziraphale went upstairs four hours ago.
Scrambling, Crowley saves his game, waving a hand to turn the television off as soon as it dings to say it’s done. He stumbles up the stairs, limbs suddenly far more drained than they usually are when he makes his way up here.
The light is off in their bedroom.
The light is off in their bedroom.
Crowley snaps himself into his sleep clothes and creeps through the ajar door. In the middle of the bed, lt by the moonlight from their window, Aziraphale is lying down.
Correction, Aziraphale is sleeping.
Slowly, Crowley crawls up his side of the bed, trying to fit around the angel so as not to disturb him.
‘Crowley?’ Aziraphale mutters, his eyes flickering open. He shifts over a bit, so Crowley is actually on the bed instead of hanging off the side of it. ‘You’re here?’
‘I’m here,’ Crowley whispers, slipping his arm under Aziraphale’s body and plastering himself along Aziraphale’s side. The angel slips his own arm around Crowley, pulling him in closer.
‘Too cold without you,’ Aziraphale says sleepily, tucking his head into Crowley’s chest.
Crowley kisses the top of Aziraphale’s head. ‘Well I’m here now,’ he says, ‘and I’ll keep you warm.’
‘Didn’t mean to sleep,’ Aziraphale says, already halfway back to sleep. ‘Got bored alone.’
Aziraphale’s free hand pats at Crowley in a gesture that might’ve been a playful smack if Aziraphale was awake enough to manage any sort of force. ‘No apologies for mistakes. Rule.’
Crowley kisses the top of Aziraphale’s head again, an unspoken apology. ‘True my angel,’ he whispers. ‘Now sleep.’
A content hum comes from Aziraphale and Crowley drifts off to sleep himself, holding his heart close to him.
