A/N: Hello folks it's your angsty author. I'm sorry I haven't been tending to requests like I should have. I've been very busy since school started. Also, I've been having a real time with dehydration so currently I feel miserable. I should be back to writing requests in a few days. Feel free to continue to leave requests. I promise I'll get to them all eventually. Also someone explain to me why I want to make these all so long. Also explain why I'm working on this during school.

Every night Crowley would find himself staring at the various scars that lined his body. These scars had been there for over six thousand years, along with scales. The various freckles and moles he had appeared when he was an angel, but lots of them had disappeared during the fall.

It was every night when Crowley would find himself remembering back to when he fell. The burns and cuts ran deep into Crowley's flesh. He would never let Aziraphale see them. Six thousand years of miracling them away, only to wake up one morning and discover they've returned.

It came to a point where he couldn't hide everything from Aziraphale anymore. He knew he'd have to tell the angel eventually. He was terrified of that day. That day would come, sooner rather than later.

Aziraphale and Crowley were sharing a bed one night. Not because they couldn't miracle another bed, and not because Crowley minded sleeping on the couch. They just wanted to. More importantly, they could. Before Armageddidn't they wouldn't even dare touch each other.

After six thousand years they could finally hold onto each other and hope they would never have to let go.

It was that night that Aziraphale found Crowley's scales. The demon tried to ignore the question, but Aziraphale was quite persistent. It came down to Crowley explaining that he gets scales on his back and legs. He was expecting Aziraphale to be upset or concerned, but no. Aziraphale just smiled and said, "Sounds nice," before dozing off.

It was after that night that Crowley decided he'd never miracle them away again. He wanted Aziraphale to tell him that they looked nice. He hated the word nice in most contexts, but he did enjoy it when Aziraphale would call anything about his appearance nice.

Aziraphale did complement them quite often. He also complemented the little freckles that started to appear. Sometimes the angel would give Crowley a heavenly back and wing massage. During those massages the demon tended to open up about things. One particular thing he ranted about was the stars.

Crowley went on for hours about the stars. It went on long into the night. To make Crowley calm down Aziraphale suggested they take a walk, which they did. They found themselves by a pond, underneath a blanket of stars. Here they were able to let their wings out.

Aziraphale leaned into Crowley's soft feathers. The angel asked, "Why don't you fly anymore, Crowley?"

Crowley responded, "I don't like it. I'm terrified of my wings giving out and me falling."

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's hand. He wanted to fly with Crowley. He didn't want to upset him though. Unfortunately, Crowley always knows what his angel wants.

It was that night Crowley flew for the first time in centuries. He had his angel's hand and his odd optimism. The two of them took off into the sky. As that happened little stars began to light up all over Crowley's wings. He began to worry if Aziraphale would have a bad reaction. This caused him to stop flying.

Crowley was falling downward. Aziraphale was diving through the air after him. The demon splashed into the water, but Aziraphale had been able to grab a hold of him before he was too submerged. Shortly after that Aziraphale had found himself back in the sky with Crowley. Little dim spots had began to appear all over Crowley. It looked as if the demon had constellations drawn all over his skin.

Aziraphale loved them. He wanted to kiss every single one, but he knew he couldn't. Angel spit was a common substitute for holy water, so kissing was out of the question for him and Crowley. For now they could hold hands and dance in the sky.

Aziraphale could also admire the dimly lit, broken halo above Crowley's head. For the longest time it didn't even glow, but today things were different. It had started to light up.

The two of them laughed about that on their walk home. They were about half way there when Aziraphale had noticed a coin on the sidewalk. It was glued, and this was all Crowley's trick. An even worse trick had been played on Crowley.

Four demons had pulled the demon away from his angel. The next thing Crowley knew, he was stuck in an abandoned factory. A pool of holy water was behind him. Crowley was bleeding all over the floor. He was so numb. He knew he wouldn't be able to save himself this time.

The four demons from earlier grunted inaudible things at each other. It was when their grunting stopped that things got bad. Crowley's dimly lit halo was broke again. More cuts were added to Crowley's body. He had just began to feel beautiful again, but happiness never lasted long for him.

It was painful for Aziraphale to watch his best friend be tortured. That's why he didn't hesitate to run in and save Crowley. The other demons would of course notice the unwanted company, but Aziraphale had to save Crowley.

He was close to doing it too. As Crowley was carried to holy water, he screamed for Aziraphale. The angel almost had his hand. He could feel his finger tips, but he was too slow. Once Crowley was destroyed in holy water one of the demons laughed, "Maybe if you weren't so fat you could have saved your boyfriend."

If was after that Aziraphale gave up fighting. He let demons break his bones and leave painful marks all over his body. There wasn't much of a point in fighting. There wasn't much of a point in anything.

Aziraphale didn't try to fight when he was sent back to heaven. He didn't try to fight Gabriel. He wanted to, but it felt so pointless. There was nothing he could do to bring Crowley back. Even worse he felt as if it was all his fault. If he hadn't convinced Crowley to fly things would have been different.

Gabriel drilled the loss of Crowley into Aziraphale's head. It was hours upon hours of torture. The angel bled on the floor, listening to Gabriel riddle him with shame. He couldn't take it. He begged for an end.

It didn't take that long to get a little bit of hell fire started. Plenty of demons were willing to start it. Both Heaven and Hell hoped that their troubles involving Aziraphale and Crowley would be over.

As Aziraphale stood, staring into the flame, he began to believe that everything would be over too. He was so close to stepping in.

"Aziraphale! Wait, Aziraphale! I'm coming!"

Even Gabriel couldn't help but stare at the angel that was running in.

Aziraphale didn't recognize the angel that was sprinting towards him. Apparently Gabriel did because that fire was being put out quickly. This was the first time Aziraphale had saw general fear on Gabriel's face. Whoever this angel was, he was terrifying Gabriel.

There were whispers amongst the Archangels. Gabriel had the nerve to mumble, "We thought you were dead. Raphael, I swear we didn't mean to give you replacements, we just needed a spot filler and you totally left after the fall. We only assumed the worst but we didn't want to say anything."

Aziraphale tilted his head to the side. So this was Raphael. The real Raphael. Rumor had it that Raphael died during war, but that rumor was quickly dismissed. It all clicked for Aziraphale. There was a real reason Raphael's appearance was constantly changing and why he never hung out with the other Archangels.

The real Raphael smiled at Aziraphale. It was a sweet smile. The kind of smile that says I'm here.

Raphael approached Aziraphale and said, "I'm taking you back to Earth. That's where you belong."

Gabriel didn't dare to argue with Raphael's decision. None of the Archangels did.

It was very quiet as Aziraphale and Raphael walked out of Heaven. The two angels stepped into an elevator again, no words to be said. Not until the doors shut and they started going down.

Aziraphale nervously said, "I must thank you for saving me. I apologize for my terrible condition."

Raphael looked over Aziraphale. He sighed, "Don't worry about it. I'll fix you right up."

Aziraphale nodded and said, "Right, of course, that's your thing."

Raphael asked, "Is it? I've honestly been gone so long Aziraphale everything just feels weird. I don't remember much about this place."

Aziraphale responded, "Oh yes. You have been gone a very long time. May I ask if you plan on returning to be with the other Archangels?"

Raphael laughed, "Of course not, I plan on staying with you. I mean I have to protect you now. Both Heaven and Hell will be after you for centuries. Trust me I know. Had a whole discussion with the All Mighty about you and me."

Aziraphale's face turned pink. He didn't expect to hear that Raphael would be staying with him. He technically didn't have much of a place to stay besides Crowley's apartment and the book shop.

Aziraphale asked, "How is She, the All Mighty."

Raphael's eye brows raised. He said, "Awful generous. She gave me my original form back. I've got to do something with this hair though."

Aziraphale smiled and said, "I rather like ginger. You rather remind me of someone I used to know."

Raphael sighed, "It's not that. There's just so much more hair than what I'm used to. You of anyone should know this."

Aziraphale nodded and said, "Perhaps we'll see about cutting it."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. They exited onto a main floor then took an escalator the rest of the way. Aziraphale and Raphael ended up at the book shop. There Raphael tended to Aziraphale's wounds. Aziraphale also started to trim Raphael's hair.

The two angels spent hours talking to each other. Mostly about what was happening in Heaven. Anything else was Aziraphale talking about food. Something about food made Aziraphale suddenly feel sick. Gabriel had mentioned his weight when he shamed Aziraphale. Gabriel had also mentioned how ugly Aziraphale's scars would look when they healed.

He was starting to believe what Gabriel was saying was true.

A little of that slipped to Raphael. It eventually turned into more. By the middle of the night Aziraphale was pouring with sadness to Raphael.

Raphael was a good listener. He listened to every word Aziraphale had to say. He comforted him until Aziraphale broke down crying.

It was a soft moment. Raphael was hugging Aziraphale quite tightly. He whispered, "Angel, why don't you see every inch of yourself as beautiful? I love the way you look. You told me to love my scars from the fall. Why don't you love yours from trying to save me?"

Aziraphale sniffled, "Crowley? Are you the missing angel? Crowley is it you? How did you get back? I thought you said that a demon couldn't be raised and that you were too far gone."

Raphael shrugged and said, "Yeah, it's me. I know kind of weird being an angel. I had a little talk with the All Mighty and She said that I couldn't exactly die quite yet because I'm Raphael and you needed to be protected. Look I'm not saying that they're up there constantly watching you but She knew you were different after your whole sword stunt in the beginning. We had a big talk about you. Well anyways, She said I could come back but only if I was an angel. Seemed like a sensible offer so I accepted. So I guess now I have to be loving and sensible and not ask questions."

Aziraphale smiled and hugged Raphael. He had always imagined what everyone would be like if Crowley was an angel. He was far prettier than he imagined. His face was dusted with freckles that shined like stars. His hair was softer, but that could also be the result of no hair spray. The best change of all was how soft his personality was now.

Aziraphale couldn't help but hold onto Raphael for the rest of the night. Raphael was his Crowley. He knew he had a place in his arms now. He'd be safe.

Raphael loved holding Aziraphale. Now he'd actually admit it. Even more, he'd admit he loved Aziraphale. Before he couldn't even speak of love, but now he was full of it.

Aziraphale believed it was around eleven o'clock. The two angels laid together in bed, just whispering to each other. Their faces almost touched. They were so close to each other. Aziraphale couldn't help but smile as Raphael spoke. They spoke of good things. They spoke of each other.

It was these things that made their hearts swell. It was such a soft time.

Raphael cupped Aziraphale's cheeks in his hands. His thumbs ran along his cheek bones. It was as if he was inspecting something. Aziraphale couldn't figure out what it was. Things had fell quiet between the two of them. That was until Raphael asked, "May I kiss you now?"

Aziraphale could feel himself blush. He looked softly into Raphael's eyes. He whispered back, "I never thought we'd be able to. Go ahead, please."

Raphael gently kissed Aziraphale. It was at that moment walls broke down, and a six thousand year sense of want was destroyed. They loved each other, and that was all that mattered.