A/N: Hecc it's sad. Ngl I cried while listening to the song and while writing this... Aaaaaaaa get some tissues ready if you listen to the song and actually listen to the lyrics... 😭😭😭

Angelic wings wrapped around each other, allowing the two Angels to pull each other closer...

Ever since Raphael fell, it was all different. Aziraphale didn't remember him, or the love they shared.

All Aziraphale knew is that they met in Eden.

Crawly

That was his name. Stripped of everything that would give him hope of regaining what he once had.

Crowley

Oh, how Crowley longed for the innocent embraces he and Aziraphale once shared. The fingers running through his hair.

  The gentle touches between two Angels.

The things he would most likely never experience again.

~{§θ§}~

Aziraphale was growing worried. His dear friend hadn't visited or called him in days. It was out of the ordinary, to say the least, but the Angel hoped it was just Crowley taking a nap.
A soft sigh escaped Aziraphale's lips and he set his book down on the end table. His hands settled in his lap and his eyebrows furrowed. Ever since Armageddon that didn't it seemed as though every time he closed his eyes he saw someone. Someone who looked familiar, sounded familiar, but was too blurry to be recognized. Each time he saw the figure behind his eyelids, he felt immense joy and love.
Just the day before, the Angel learned that the figure's name was Raphael. His voice was beautiful. He too was an Angel, but why did Aziraphale not know of him before.
Aziraphale laid on his back across the couch as he saw Crowley do many times, dozing. The Angel closed his eyes and the red-haired figure appeared once more, but this time the feeling was different. This time Raphael wasn't talking to him but rather... God?

"Why is this even necessary? Your Great Plan, I mean. What is the point of creating something only to turn around and destroy it?"

To Aziraphale's disappointment, it was a one-sided conversation. Either God refused to conversate with Raphael, or the Almighty's voice was not to be apart of this dream.

"What even is the Great Plan? You never once have told us..."

Suddenly, Aziraphale could feel that Raphael grew worried.

"No... No, please. Please... I won't ask... any more and we can pretend this never happened... No! Please..."

Black feather began to speckle Raphael's wings as he continued to plead. He collapsed to the floor and suddenly they were elsewhere.
Raphael sat in a heap on the ground, his new black wings wrapping around himself. As the fallen Angel looked up, Aziraphale could see tears falling from golden eyes.

"You. What isss your name...?"

Raphael jumped at the voice, turning slowly to see a dark figure, "R-Raphael..."

The figure sneered at the sound of the Angelic name, "Guess you haven't heard that you're a demon now. We don't keep those stupid Angelic names... Try again."

Another figure appeared, glancing down at Raphael, "Crawly"

More figures appeared, whispering among themselves the name.

Aziraphale shot up from the couch, his mind racing.

Crawly? Could it be? No... No, it couldn't.  There must've been another...

But there wasn't and Aziraphale knew that.

~{§θ§}~

Crowley slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting down.

Why did the memories have to be so vivid today...?

All he did was ask the wrong questions and he lost everything.

 He pulled his knees close to his chest and began to tremble. A whimper escaped the demon, who ignored a sudden knock at the door.

 "Crowley? Are you home? Crowley??" It was Aziraphale.

With a snap of his fingers, the Angel had miracled his way into Crowley's flat and was startled by a crash to his right. Crowley scrambled to get away from Aziraphale not wanting his counter-part to see him in such a state. 

 "Crowley...? Wh-what is the matter, dear boy?" The Angel cautiously approached Crowley.

 Before Crowley could get to his glasses, Aziraphale caught a glance of the demon's teary eyes and froze. He had never seen the other in such a state before. For a moment Aziraphale thought perhaps other demons had come after him and hurt him but quickly concluded that was not the case.

 "Why are you here?" Hissed Crowley, who had shoved his glasses on.

 "Am I not allowed to visit my friend?" Aziraphale shot back at him and Crowley winced at the word friend, a fresh batch of painful memories flooding his mind. 

"Oh stop that!" Raphael scolded playfully before going back to grooming Aziraphale's wings. 

Despite his lover's scolding, Aziraphale couldn't help but squirm in his place as Raphael plucked a few feathers.

"If you don't stop that I might have to pin you down..." Raphael chuckled, kissing the back of Aziraphale's neck gently, who shivered at this feeling.

After a while of smoothing, plucking and some scolding, Raphael was finally finished. He gently wrapped his own wings around his lover. A content sigh left Aziraphale's lips as he settled back against the other's chest.

 "Crowley" Aziraphale was now on the floor in front of him, his face contorted with concern.

 A gentle hand was reaching out to take Crowley's glasses from his face and he whimpered.

 "Crowley... please tell me what is going on... what happened?" Aziraphale took the glasses from his friend's face and caressed his cheek. 

"Aziraphale, stop. Please, Angel. Stop" The Demon hissed, tears threatened to spill out of his golden eyes and Aziraphale remembered the golden eyes from his dream.

"Raphael..."

 Crowley's eyes widened. His ears had to be deceiving him, "Wh-what?"

 Aziraphale sat back, instantly fumbling over and searching for words.

"I- Uhm, well uh" 

"Angel, what did you say?" Crowley practically lunged toward Aziraphale, "What. Did. You. Say."

The Angel's answer came out as barely a whisper, but Crowley understood it all the same.

"Raphael..-"

"Where did you learn that name??" Crowley was desperate for hope, hope that perhaps Aziraphale did remember him.

 "I- Well you see... ever since Armageddon... I have been seeing this Angel in my dreams. A few days ago I learned his name was... Raphael." Aziraphale's eyebrows furrowed, "and the strange thing was that the dreams were more like memories. We interacted, and well, by the way we interacted, I would say we were lovers...

 "But today, I finally got a clear look at him and I was reminded of you..." The Angel flushed pink as he realized how that could've been taken, "a-after he... fell, I mean. He looked very much like-"

 Aziraphale shut his mouth before he somehow offended Crowley, but the silence from the other made him look up once more. The sight Aziraphale saw before him was heart-wrenching and difficult for the Angel to watch.

 Tears poured down Crowley's sculpted features, and his lips curved upwards to form a sad smile, "You remember..."

 The two words were enough to make Aziraphale's mouth fall agape and his eyes widen. Crowley couldn't lung forward fast enough for his liking and he embraced the Angel tightly, burying his face in Aziraphale's collar. They sat like this on the floor for several more minutes until the light-haired male felt the other begin to tremble in their embrace. 

 Crowley was practically sobbing.

"Heaven erased your memories of me when I fell in the fear that they would lose one of their best Angels to Hell if you went out to get me... and so for the past 6000 years I've had to live with the belief that you would never remember what we had..."

 A high-pitched noise made Crowley look up at Aziraphale to see that the Angel was on the verge of crying. Tears pooled in Aziraphale's eyes and he squeezed Crowley whispering a soft apology in the Demon's ear. His angelic wings appeared and gently wrapped around the fallen angel. A small sob escaped Aziraphale's lips as he brought his arms up and around Crowley's shoulders, letting his fingers run through the Demon's fiery hair.

 Crowley allowed his arms to rest on Aziraphale's sides, not wanting to scare away his angel. As Aziraphale looked down at Crowley he witnessed another memory. He felt a smile grace his lips as he closed his eyes to watch it a moment longer.

The light-haired Angel smiled as his lover woke from his slumber. Raphael had practically fallen asleep atop of him, not that Aziraphale minded, it only meant that he would be able to witness Raphael wake from his peaceful slumber.

Raphael groaned softly, shifting his head to bury it further into Aziraphale's chest but only succeeded in tickling the light-haired male slightly, making him giggle. They laid motionless for a moment longer until Raphael did it again and Aziraphale poked his side.

"I know you're awake, love..." He cooed and pressed a kiss to Raphael's forehead. 

"I wasn't trying to hide it, angel..." Raphael sighed, lifting his head from his lover's chest.

The sight brought an even bigger smile to Aziraphale's face and sighed happily.

"I love you..." The Angel whispered.