A/N: Prompt by @anon: how do you think crowley would react if him and zira were out at like, a restaurant or bar and someone tried to grope inappropriately at zira? like maybe crowley goes off to the toilet and when he comes back someone's crowding zira and trying to flirt with and touch him despite zira's clear uncomfort with the situation and attempts to get away?
**TRIGGER WARNING FOR MINOR NON-CON TOUCHING AND THREATS OF VIOLENCE**
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Crowley can feel the anger ignite his skin, sending his bones aflame.
He stalks over to the table, where he has left Aziraphale for a few seconds to grab an extra napkin, a snarl on his face and rips away the man from his husband, move so that he is in front of Aziraphale and towers over the fucker who was making his love so uncomfortable.
He growls low in his throat, baring his fangs and flashes his furious yellow eyes above his shades, watching as the human visibility trembles in terror. The demon licks his lips, savoring the bitter taste of fear radiating from the man. Grabbing the bastard's shirt collar, Crowley leans down and hisses into his ear, his voice as cold as a winter's day.
"You are going to back away from my husband," Crowley says, tightening his grip on the fucker and feeling Aziraphale step closer to him with a whine. "You are going to turn the fuck around the walk out of here and not look back once. Otherwise, I will rip apart your throat and send you to a place where not even the devil himself can find you."
The man nods, dark eyes glazed in an instinctual, primal fear before turning around and running out of the room, not looking back at all. Crowley smirks, taking a second to feel a quick rush of pride warm his chest, before he turns around and grabs Aziraphale, dragging his trembling husband into a tight embrace.
"It's okay, dove." The demon coos, snapping his fingers and suddenly they are in Aziraphale's bookshop, the smell of leather and melted wax stinging his nose. "It's alright, I'm right here."
"I said no." Aziraphale says, his wet voice muffled from where he has his nose buried against Crowley's neck. "I told him no an-and he kept trying to touch me."
Crowley growls again, the sound rumbling his whole chest as he runs a possessive arm down his angel's back. "Shh, love. He's gone and he'll never bother you again."
Reaching down, the demon gently tilts his husband's chin up, leaning down to capture Aziraphale's sweet lips in a kiss. The angel sighs against his mouth, leaning further against him until Crowley has no choice but to bare all of his love's weight.
The demon doesn't mind in the slightest.
Pulling back, Crowley trails gentle kisses down Aziraphale's neck and around his jaw, feeling the angel's hold him tighter in response as he whines and moans, squirming a little.
Mine. Crowley thinks, gently nipping at the soft skin under Zira's chin. My mate. My husband. My angel.
Mine.
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