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You were sitting in the warmth of the bookshop in Soho, squeezed on a sofa with your two favourite beings in the world.
On your right, Aziraphale was currently focusing on doing crossword puzzles, mouthing the words to himself and smiling when he got a difficult one correctly.
On your other side, Crowley seemed like he was starting to doze off, with his head leaning on yours. His arm was stretched over the back of the sofa, reaching just far enough to touch Aziraphale's shoulder with his hand.
It was nice.
You were resting your head on Crowley's shoulder, nestled against his side and looking like you were going to fall asleep as well. You weren't really, there was too much in your head at the moment, but the bookshop and their presence made it all feel a bit better. Safer.
"You're not going anywhere... are you..?" you mumbled against Crowley's side.
"Oh, I'm not getting up anytime soon." the demon muttered, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Good... don't." you snuggled closer, wrapping an arm around him. Crowley shifted too, trying to make you more comfortable, but couldn't sit comfortably enough for himself, so he ended up pulling you into his lap.
"Nng, not a word." he grumbled, as if annoyed more with himself than with you, but you knew it was all for a show, even if nobody was really watching.
What was quickly proven when you felt him wrap one arm around you and squeeze gently. You smiled. Not saying a word, you put your arms around his neck as your head rested against his chest.
It was comfortably quiet, outside of your head, at least. You knew there was the sound of the old grandfather clock ticking somewhere in the other part of the bookshop. There were muffled sounds of people talking and cars passing by on the street. And the sound of a pen moving across paper.
You heared Aziraphale make a little happy sound as he filled in a particularly long word and in the same moment you could feel Crowley smile.
You don't realize the moment you have started crying. You only register Crowley wrapping his both arms around you and holding you tighter. And then rustling of paper and clothes as Aziraphale puts his crosswords away and moves closer to you on the couch. You feel a warm hand on your shoulder and then hear a gentle voice.
"Oh dear, what happened?"
That makes you connect back to the reality. You suddenly realize your cheeks are wet, your eyes even more, as tears are still spilling out of them. You're trembling, holding on to Crowley for dear life. Your hands squeezing the material of his jacket in fists and you cannot make them loosen.
"D- don't die... you don't d- deserve to die..." you choke out, pressing your face into Crowley's chest as if that was to prevent him from suddenly vanishing.
The angel's expression softens impossibly when he looks down at you. He moves closer until his body is touching Crowley's and you already start feeling warmer.
"Oh, dearest, you know we simply can't die."
"Not going anywhere, kid. Not in a million of years."
"Because you... you deserve to live... a- and be happy..." you sob again. You wish you had Crowley's power to simply will things into reality. Maybe you do, in that moment, when you hear Aziraphale's voice.
"I have everything I could ever ask for, here. I have Crowley. And you. All the best stuff." he says, the sincerity almost painful in his words, if not sweetened by the love in them too.
"We are happy, you don't need to worry about that." you hear Crowley's voice soften and you know he's looking at Aziraphale. You feel his hand on your back move to where Azieaphale's is rubbing gentle circles on your shoulder.
You manage to smile a little.
You don't know how long it took for your sobs to die down and for your tears to stop flowing, but you were glad that they both held you through all of it.