A/N: The title translates to "Goodnight, My Angel" by the way. So this one is going to be a sad one so be prepared. Warning there's violence, mentions of blood, a little tiny mention of suicidal thoughts, and it's just some real angst.
Oh also look at this absolutely amazing art TheJalapenoOnAStiick made of my last one shot Your Home Is With Me. I'm forever grateful for it.
Edit: So I'm dumb kind of and scrolled back through the chat and found this previously sent beauty that was also of the fic.
"Wake up! Aziraphale, wake up!"
Crowley had the angel wrapped tightly in his arms. This was one of the few times Crowley actually broke down in tears. He was afraid he'd loose his angel. They had been together for six thousand years, and this seemed like the beginning of the end.
Crowley caressed Aziraphale's face. The demon sobbed, "I didn't want to, Aziraphale, I'm sorry. I didn't want to."
Blood began to run from the side of Aziraphale's lip. His face was too pale. Crowley couldn't stand it.
The demon looked up and shouted, "Why God? Why do you have to take my angel away? You know I love him!"
Aziraphale was full of such light yesterday.
Yesterday...
"Aziraphale! Wake up!"
Crowley kissed Aziraphale's cheek. The angel smiled and giggled, "I'm still asleep."
Crowley whispered in his ear, "Okay, stay asleep. I guess I'll just let these crêpes I made get cold."
Aziraphale opened his eyes and asked, "Did you really make crêpes?"
Crowley smirked and said, "You should come find out, angel."
He really did make crêpes, and Aziraphale found them to be absolutely scrumptious.
Yesterday had been so good. Life would have been so good if all the days had been like yesterday.
Today was different though. Today Crowley was forced to stab his best friend.
Heaven had made a decision on what to do about Aziraphale and Crowley. While they believed that Aziraphale was resistant to Hell Fire, they knew for a fact that a more traditional method would most definitely work. Heaven just didn't like having blood on their hands, so they kidnapped a demon instead.
This demon was Crowley. They drugged him. It made him something he wasn't. It only took a few hours for Crowley to find himself stabbing Aziraphale.
Finding himself was the issue. By the time the drug wore off, Crowley was left with an angel who was hardly alive. Blood stained the carpets. A knife sat on the floor. He was going to loose his best friend.
He couldn't let that happen.
He tenderly picked Aziraphale up and walked him to the bathroom. There he carefully placed him in the tub.
"Angel, it's going to be okay. I'm going to go get Holy Water for you."
One would question where a demon would get Holy Water? Well, in this case, Crowley had absolutely no clue. He just got in drivers seat and hit the gas.
Occasionally Crowley would shout at himself, "Think Crowley, think! You stupid demon come up with!" something!"
He was able to think. He had imagination, and he imagined that Anathema had Holy Water.
He didn't bother to knock when he arrived at her house. He just busted in the door and shouted, "Book Girl I need Holy Water!"
Anathema was in the living room with Newt. They were watching The Bachlorette together. If Anathema hadn't burnt the second prophecy book, she would have known about the whole situation with Crowley.
Unfortunately she didn't and Newt almost got a gun. She realized it was Crowley just in time.
Anathema insisted that Newt went onto bed, while she discussed the Holy Water situation with Crowley.
The two sat down at the kitchen table. Anathema sighed, "So why do you need Holy Water? You're a demon. It can destroy you."
Crowley quickly responded, "It's for Aziraphale. He's dying and he needs it quick."
Anathema got up and said, "If I give it to you, promise you'll be safe."
She pulled a gallon of holy water out from her cabinet. Crowley thanked her and then sped home in the darkness.
He found the angel right where he left him. There was blood all over the bathtub. It didn't matter to Crowley, he poured the water all over Aziraphale. It seemed like it wouldn't work. Nothing was changing. He started to believe that his angel was too far gone.
He started to scream.
"No! No Aziraphale! Come back to me! Angel!"
Tears ran down his cheeks. He sobbed, "I love you. I love you so much. You can't be leaving me. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you. I'm sorry I'm a demon. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment. I'm sorry Aziraphale, I'm so sorry."
Crowley looked down at the Holy Water in the tub. He gulped, "I can't live a life where I don't have you. You're my everything. Bonne nuit, mon ange."
As Crowley's hand was about to touch the water he heard a faint sound.
"Crowley?"
The demon looked up at the angel. Crowley asked, "Are you back? Are you feeling okay?"
He shouted, "You were going to kill yourself! Of course I'm not okay! Get away from this stuff!"
Crowley backed away from the tub. He sighed, "I tried to kill you, Aziraphale."
The angel closed his eyes and said, "I forgive you."
That whole statement absolutely blew Crowley's mind. He asked, "Why me? There's some things you can forgive but I tried to kill you!"
Aziraphale stepped out of the bathtub. He reached for a bath towel, and began to dry off. Crowley just watched him. The angel smiled and said, "Perhaps I am forgiving you for something that wasn't your fault. Don't worry dear, I know what they did to you. Now make yourself useful and get me something to wear that isn't blood stained."
Crowley mumbled, "Bastard," and walked out of the bathroom. It didn't take long for Crowley to find some pajamas for Aziraphale. The angel quickly dried off, making sure no Holy Water remained on him. All he wanted to do was make sure Crowley was alright.
He found Crowley outside of the flat, smoking and crying. Aziraphale smiled and sat down next to him.
"Dear, I thought we agreed that you would start taking better care of your body. It is six thousand years old after all."
Crowley didn't respond. He couldn't even look at Aziraphale. Smoke began to fill the air. The angel looked up at it and said, "Anthony, I said I forgive you. It doesn't matter, and it's not your fault. I'm alright."
"Did you just call me Anthony?" the demon asked. Aziraphale closed his eyes and said, "Well it's your name after all."
Crowley sighed, "Look, I just want to be alone for a little while."
Aziraphale nodded and said, "Come in soon then. It's quite dark out. Also, brush your teeth or chew a mint before you come to bed."
Aziraphale then stood up and walked inside the flat. He waited for a bit before going to bed. It took an entire hour for Crowley to crawl into bed. When he finally got settled Aziraphale asked, "Do you want to hold onto me?"
Crowley wrapped his arms around Aziraphale. The demon sighed, "I almost lost you for good."
Aziraphale grabbed his hand and said, "Well, I almost lost you too. I heard what you said about yourself. You know you are good enough for me. You're absolutely wonderful."
Crowley burried his head against Aziraphale's neck. He responded, "I didn't think I'd be able to go on without you. You mean everything to me."
Aziraphale sighed, "You mean everything to me too. I love you. You saved me. That means so much."
Crowley said, "I love you too angel. It's something more than love and I haven't felt it ache within my chest for such a long time."
Aziraphale ran his free hand through Crowley's hair. They were quiet for a little while before Crowley mumbled, "Bonne nuit, mon ange."