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A big squishy duvet of a meme

It's the excuse you've been looking for to play soft, fluffy things.

Sharing is caring: You notice that the other person is in need of something--a beverage, or a space on the couch, or what-have-you--and you're willing to share.
Oh no oh no I'm sorry: You accidentally hurt them in a minor way, oh no!
Pets are cute: You're both cooing over something fuzzy. Kitty? Doggo? Tribble...?
Can't sleep: It's way too late but you just can't sleep. Fortunately you're not the only one up.
Stop and smell the roses: It's just a wonderful day to stroll around and appreciate life.
It's not that scary: One of you has to face down a fear--heights, wasps, planes. The other person is there to help.
Waiting for bail: The old saying, a good friend will bail you out--a great friend will be in jail with you, saying "that was fun!" Maybe a friend you didn't even know you had before today.
Cooking: Nothing brings people together like sous-cheffing for each other.
Viewer's choice! Idk man there's a lot of soft scenarios in the world, make up your own!

[Man, oh man. We could go with a bit of column a and column b? Maybe post canon one of them gets hurt? I mean Hell seemed pretty ticked off about Aziraphale using his Halo and Crowley taking Aziraphale's side again.]

[ Fuck.

Getting him on the way to a bakery was simply a low blow. There should be something somewhere written against that. Not that Hell was particular about rules or doing anything by the book. By any book, really. And at this hour of the morning? Most of London isn't even awake yet. That's just bloody rude, that is.

He had gone by food, mostly to pass the time, while the angel was somewhere upstairs doing...whatever he had been doing for hours. Filing books? Dusting the selves? Talking to the paintings? Crowley doesn't quite know, but he saw the time and figured he'd step out to get the angel something to eat.

He thought all of this was over. But of course it isn't. Shax wasn't just about to leave them alone, not after what happened. She'd sent some of her goons - real bottom of the barrel ones, what with the understaffing getting worse and worse by the year - and Crowley had lost them down a few alleys, but they played dirty. Of course they did. He should have brought the bloody car.

He doesn't quite remember everything he did down there, but they sure had some new ways of doing things. Not a proper complex thought through any of their heads, but enough brute force that he was still feeling it now that he was dragging himself back to the bookshop. With warm croissants.

He pushed the door open and ambled his way inside. His sunglasses dropped on a pile of books, his coat painfully pulled off and tossed somewhere, he doesn't care to check. Box of croissants deposited on the front table, which he pushes himself around round so that he can drop on the sofa with a heavy, achy grunt.

He should check on Aziraphale. In a minute. He can feel that he's around, and it doesn't feel like he's in danger.

That's good. Just, give him a minute.

He doesn't notice that, well, it's likely not even that same morning.]

[Aziraphale had been making certain that none of his personal things had been discovered. How would Crowley or Muriel reacted if they had found the ever growing assortment of his private journals? Aziraphale didn't even want to imagine it. There were just some things he wasn't ready for Crowley to know about.

But it didn't take him long to make certain they were still safe and sound. Coming back to seek out his companion, he found the shop surprisingly lacking his demon counterpart. He frowned and moved to search his pockets for his own cellphone - Crowley had insisted he get one just in case. Pressing the button to call Crowley there wasn't an answer.

Rinse, repeat.

Crossing the street he checked in with Nina then Maggie - even Mrs. Sandwich but no one had seen him. Had something happened? Had he gotten annoyed waiting? But the Bentley was there and that must have meant he was planning on just briefly popping out, surely?

He spent the whole night looking for Crowley until dark even then though every light in the shop was on and the angel was pacing the floor watching, waiting. It was worrying to not be able to get ahold of Crowley.

By nightfall? That worry had morphed into anxiety and panic.
The dawn of the next day found Aziraphale beside himself, fear clawing at his insides.

He was in the back, biting at his thumb trying to figure out some way to located his demon. Hearing the bell he turned swiftly walking towards the door. He wasn't in danger he was in distress.]

Crowley!?

[He hurried to his side and reached out touching his cheek. Worried, the angel was looking him over with teary eyes. It was obvious to him that someone had gotten hold of him and hurt him.]

Oh, Crowley-dear, What did they do? We - we should get you cleaned up and tended.

[ The demon groans to himself as soon as he hears the angel call out - he really would have preferred to have, say, five or ten minutes to rest his weary corporation and make himself presentable, before telling the angel just exactly what happened. Speaking of, what did they exactly do that he was left feeling this way? It's certainly new. ]

S'alright, angel. [ He grunts, gently pushing his hand away and pushing himself up into a sit. Whew. Whatever those demons did packed a punch. ]

Just need a minute.

You're very much not all right. Why do you insist on being such astubborn, stubborn creature? They seem to have roughed you up. [Then he was taking a warm wet flannel and carefully cleaning a bit of - Was that blood? - whatever it was off of Crowley's lower lip.]

I should get you upstairs for a bath and tend you. Do you think you could manage it with a bit of help? I wouldn't want to try and Miracle it better and accidently make it worse. [He'd learned the hard way that sometimes it was a bad idea to take short cuts with actual injuries.]

[ Crowley understands that it's all from a place of worry and concern, but the angel is throwing far too many words at him right now. It's all mostly turning into a jumbled mess. Also, is that soot or moss on the back of his hand? His mouth tastes awful.

Right, the angel.]

A minute, angel. [ He says, gently enough, trying to cast away the feeling of exhaustion. He doesn't like that.

He raises his eyes to meet Aziraphale's. ]

Did anyone show up here?

[He just rolled his eyes and uses that warm wet flannel to clean up his face and neck with gentle, light touches. He knows that Crowley is struggling and he wanted to help but he couldn't figure out what injuries he had or what had happened to him exactly. One wrong move and he could make it worse.

He shook his head with a worried smile. Of course, Crowley would worry about him before himself. What was he to do with this demon?]

No. No one came to mess with me. I've been perfectly safe. It's you I'm worried aout.

[ The wet fabric touches on something that aches and he hisses a breath in, teeth bared. That's a new feeling and he doesn't like it. ]

Right. Alright. Good. Good good.

[ Because he isn't sure he would have it in him to get rid of them at this moment. ]

Sorry, darling. Easy.. It's just me. Just me. You're safe with me. I won't hurt you.

[He spoke softly trying to soothe him and get him to calm down. His eyes narrowed making note of that reaction, moving to stand behind the demon looking his back over.]

I've got you. I also don't like the look of this. What on Earth did they do?

[ He knows they’re safe. For now, anyway. The bumbling fools back there had numbers on him and he still managed to get out. They’re not exactly the cream of the crop.

Does he taste burning? That’s something he wish he couldn't remember.]

I’m fine, angel.

[ He says as he’s getting up to go check on the front door weapons, and ending up tripping over the side table and nearly ending on the floor. But he saves it. All good, all god. That’s fine. He’s fine, ]

Oh will you stop being so - so stubborn! You're not okay. You're very much not okay and if you make me I will be forced to make you stay still so I can attend you and your wounds. I would much rather not fight you over it.

[He moved after him and took a firm hold of Crowley. He huffed and steered him to sit down again. He turned to Crowley with a firm frown on his lips.]

Stay.

[It was a command a sharp order rather than a gentle suggestion like he usually used when trying to coax Crowley into something. He went to the doors and made certain they were locked and everything was secure.]

[...well. Fine.. But only because it makes his everything hurt a little less, when he's sat.

He smells the way, sniffing out any demonic or even angelic presence besides their own. Nothing. Should be fine. Probably Shax just trying out her new position in the ranks of Hell.]

[Aziraphale returns to him a short while later holding a basin of warm water, another couple clean flannels.]

Now, dear, I'm going to just vanish most of your clothes so I can get a proper look. Is it just your body that I can see or did they get your wings, too?

[He snapped his fingers vanishing most of Crowley's clothes, except for his slacks. His clothes appeared in a neat stack near them but Aziraphale was more focused on Crowley taking in his body with worried eyes.]

Wh--angel! [ The demon sputters, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed, jumped back slightly and doing a fair job of ignoring how that pulls at sore muscles-- how's that even a thing?

His body doesn't have too many visible marks. A couple of bruises here and there, some burns. Black scales dotting his torso and shoulders here and there, but that's more to do with the stress of the situation.]

Edited 2023-08-09 23:53 (UTC)

Oh, tish-tosh, what utter nonsense. I'm not going to leave you indecent or in anything improper. I've seen you in nothing but robes for centuries. I think you can stand to just be in your under things and some slacks. Tending your wounds is more important.

[And he thought, He was the stuffy old-fashioned one. He hummed and moved to his feet fetching another bowl of water. It was a cool bowl and Aziraphale placed it on a little table by the chair.

He used the warm water and a flannel to clear the burns first making sure there was no dirt of debris in them.]

What on Eath did they use? Hellfire can't burn you like this can it? I'm almost absolutely certain it can't. And holy water.. they wouldn't be stupid enough to use something that could hurt them as well.

[ He’s had to deal with the hoards of the Damned and Dim, but somehow the angel has one up on him where they didn’t. That’s…embarassing, really.

He does mostly sit still, but only for a second until an otherworldly hiss escapes him when the first burn is touched.]

Satan’s arsehole, angel, watch it. [ He complains before he can help it. It’s not like he hasn't felt pain before - he IS a demon, after all, and Hell isn’t a nice place, obviously - but feeling pain on his actual corporation is a rather rare thing. It’s not fun. Not fun at all.]

I'm not trying to hurt you, I promise. I don't like knowing I'm causing you pain, Crowley. Hell seems to have found some new methods. I haven't seen you come back from there with wounds like this..

[But he's doing his best to clean those wounds then once he's done that he digged his fingers into the cooler water and was holding a thick gel a moment later that he carefully coated those burns with. He was going to assume a couple tiny miracles would make it work better.]

This should pull some of the pain out and heal them a bit faster. I wish I could just bless you well but I know that would only make this worse for you.

Probably explode. [ He mutters idly, mostly to himself, settling down with the stinging feeling from the burns. Why aren't they healing faster? Why are they even there to begin with?]

I don’t know what they used, couldn’t really get a good look at it. Wouldn’t put it past them to get more desperate than they are fearful.

[ Had they been pushed far enough that they would work with angels? He doesn’t know anymore. Things were so different nowadays.]

Let's not do that. I rather like you in one piece.

[Can't be hellfire. That wouldn't hurt Crowley like this. Holy water would but that would be stupid. So stupid of a demon - then again. Crowley had used holy water, hadn't he? Then there was the matter of Michael and the bath. Crowley hadn't exactly made any friends Downstairs after everything they'd done..]

You might be right. They've done it before and I'm certain that Hell considers you a rogue agent and a threat. I wish there was some way to make it so they can't take you away like that. You'd think they'd leave us alone after everything.

You’d think.

[ But demons are real good at holding grudges. Part of their whole thing.

The bruises seem to be fading fast, already changing colours as the two of them speak. Its still strange that they appeared altogether, but they’re easy enough to get rid of.

The burns, though. Those are still confusing.]

We should lay low. [ A pause.] But they already know this place.

[ Should he leave for a while, make them lose his scent? Or would leaving Aziraphale alone leave the angel too vulnerable?]

You would actually know better than I would.

[He frowns a bit watching the bruises fade. Well, there was that at least. But it was the burns that concerned him the most, they seemed to be the worst of it.

But they don't seem to be growing as he would have expected if Crowley was exposed to holy water without being able to dry off and wash it away. And he can't sense any kind of blessing from them - or perhaps his senses have dulled?

There was a thought.]

Yes, they do but it's also the safest place to be here. I've strengthened and restored the protections here over the shop.

[He reached out for a cloth bandages this time. Then he was carefully covering up those newly tended burns.]

And you shalln't be going anywhere without me.

[ He seems mostly fascinated by the fact he's actually suffered wounds. Well, fascinated and rather concerned.

He regards the angel with a serious look. ]

If it turns out it's safest to lose them that way, I will. [ Said defensively, although he doesn't like the idea of leaving the angel to fend for himself at any point. ] But best not to do anything stupid now.

I would truly rather you did. I want you to be safe and to have someone there to help you. I know you don't really trust anyone but me.

[He cleaned up everything once he finished the bandages.]

We'll check them in a few hours but if they start burning let me know and I'll check them again. We will figure out how to mend you.

Well. You don't have to put it quite like that. [ He's not wrong, however.

He grabs his sweater and pulls it over, ready to cover the pitiful visage of a demon that actually got himself hurt. ]

It's fine angel. There's bigger things to look out for.

I'm not putting it any way - it's simply the truth. You wouldn't have let anyone else do that. You'd have muddled you way though it on your own.

[He miracled Crowley's clothes back nice and neat and turned away from him letting him have a bit of privacy to get comfortable again. Ah, there it was yet another thing they would always and forever disagree on.]

Can you think of why they came for you this time?

A big squishy duvet of a meme

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thy will be done friend. And S2 SPOILERS

This is lovely thank you.

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