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Crowley woke up and immediately noticed Aziraphale was gone. He grummbled and slid off the bed and went to look for the angel. There was a low rumble only then did he relize it was raining. He was heading down the stairs when he heard heavy breathing and sniffles from the bathroom. He went back up the few stairsbhe had gone down and knocked on the door. "Angel? You okay?" He asked.
"I'm f-fine dear," Crowley could hear that he wasn't. "Back to bed m be there in a bit," The angel struggled to sound okay.
"Not tired," He turned the door knob.
"No!" Aziraphale quickly covered his face and curled up in the tub. "Go way," He whinned.
"Angel what's wrong?" Crowley kneeled in front of the tub. Aziraphale just whinned. Crowley sighed, this has never happened before but something was clearly bothering the angel. "I promise you can tell me. I want to help you if I can. What's got you upset hun?" Crowley cringed at the use of the word he rarely used.
"Thunder mean loud, they coming for me," Aziraphale whimpered and jumped at the sound of thunder.
"Angel, no one is coming for you or me, it's just a thunderstorm," Crowley told the angel.
"No, mama is mad me!" Aziraphale cried.
"Mama?" Crowley questioned. Then it dawned on him, he'd heared humans talking about it recently. "Angel are you feeling tiny?" Crowley asked and Aziraphale frozed as if they were terifed that Crowley would be mad. "It's okay if you are, I just want to know so I can help you correctly," He softened.
"Mhm," Aziraphale nodded and looked at Crowley for a second before looking at the shower curtain.
"That's okay angel," Crowley gave a comorting smile."Why don't we get out of the tub okay?" Crowley laid there hand on Aziraphale's shoulder. Aziraphale shakes his head and whines. "Angel please no one is mad at you.You are way to sweet for anyone to be mad at you," Crowley rubs his shoulder. Aziraphale dosen't reply and Crowley sighs. "Can I join then?" He asks. Aziraphale nods. "Thank you bud," Crowley gets in besides the angel.
Aziraphale whinned and wrapped around Crowley. "I'm sorry," He cried.
"Angel, you've done nothing," Crowley rubbed the angel's back. "You're such a good boy. No one has a right to be mad at such a good boy. If anyone makes you feel so tell me," Crowley tried to reassure.
"Promise?" Aziraphale looked up at the demon.
"Of course my angel," Crowley bopped the angels nose and Azi giggled.
'CRACK'
Aziraphale jumped and squeezed Crowley tightly. "Sorry!" He yelled.
"It's just a thunder storm," Crowley told him. "Can I recommend something to help?" Crowley asked. The angel nodded. "How does comfy clothes and one of those human stuffed toys sound?" Crowley asked calmly.
Aziraphale smiled lightly. "Blue and bear?" He asked.
Crowley chuckled. "Blue pj's and bear stuffed animal it is," Crowley snapped his fingers. Suddenly the angel was in light blue pj's with stars.
"Look! It's the stars you made!" The angel smiled.
"Yeah and look," Crowley snapped his fingers and a purple stuffed bear apeared on the edge of the tub.
"Bear!" Aziraphale giggled and reached for the bear. "Thank you!" Aziraphale hugged the bear and layed his head on Crowley's shoulder.
"No problem zizi," Crowley ruffled his hair.
"Zizi?"
"Yeah, short for Aziraphale. I think it's cute, plus it fits you," Crowley kissed his forehead. Thunder rumbles Aziraphale tenses squeezing the bear tighter. "It's okay baby. Here can I do something that might help?" He asked looking at the angel.
Aziraphale nodded his hear yes.
Crowley opened his wings and wrapped his arms then wings around the two of them. Aziraphale sighed and losened a bit. Crowley's wings provided many calming things but the three Aziraphale appreciated the most would be.
The texture of the wings. The feeling that the wings gave to the angels hands. Aziraphale would run his hands through the wings for hours while he read and Crowley slept.
The way the wings blocked all light but you can still see whoever else is inside the wings. It is perfect for mingrains. It is also perfect for mid-day naps as Crowley had said many times.
The sound prof of them. Everything and one is blocked out and forgotten. It didn't matter that it was storming anymore cause it was just Crowcrow and Zizi.
"Better?" Crowley asked quietly.
"Mhms, thank yous Crow'ey," Aziraphale smiled.
"Of course Zizi. Anything for my baby," Crowley rubbed Aziraphale's shoulder.
"You not mad?" Aziraphale looked up at Crowley.
"Not mad at all baby. Never ever could I be mad at you. You're so good and kind. No one could ever be mad at you. I could especially never be mad. I love you so much," Crowley promised the angel.
"Okay, still don't wanna get out of tub. To loud don't like loud," He told Crowley.
"That's okay, we can stay here till the stom ends baby," Crowley promised.
"Thank you," Aziraphale rested on Crowley's shoulder again.
They did stay in the tub till the storm ended. Then they went back to bed. Zizi and Crowcrow cuddling.