Every Day // Good Omens

-They're Traumatised, Your Honour-

Aziraphale slept through the entire journey home. Although he was, indeed, an Angel, he had found that sleeping was one of the humans' better functions. He quite enjoyed being cuddled up in a nice warm blanket, letting the world - and in turn, its problems - slip away. And besides, if Crowley could sleep for a century or so, the least he could do was sleep for one night. It had also become a habit, ingrained into his daily schedule. Unless something drastic were to happen, for example, the end of the world (or rather, the near loss of his world), he would always find time to take a little nap. 

Crowley found it absolutely adorable, the way he slept (pardon the pun), like an Angel. He also adored the way Aziraphale couldn't sleep without the comfort of a blanket. Therefore, the tartan picnic blanket had been used as a makeshift duvet.

Another thing that Crowley adored about the Angel was how wide his smile was whenever he was happy. You could always tell whatever emotion the Angel was feeling - and he admired the way he kept his heart on his sleeve. The Demon had never really been one for vulnerability. When he'd seen just how excited the Angel had been to see Crowley use his tartan,  it had brought him more happiness that anything else on Earth, fuck, the universe, could have. 

The Demon was barely concentrating on the road. Which wasn't unusual, but that's besides the point. Instead, he found that Aziraphale was a much prettier sight. 

"How on Earth was I so lucky...?" He whispered, barely believing his own eyes. Aziraphale had almost left him for Heaven, for God's sake! A couple of days ago! Something had happened to him that day, and Crowley had a sneaking suspicion that it involved the meddling of the Metatron. He'd messed with the wrong Angel, that was for sure. 

But he couldn't get his mind off that day. What had the Metatron said to Aziraphale that convinced him so much? Was it possible that he had abused his powers to manipulate him? All these questions began to ache in Crowley's mind, and deciding it was already late enough, he forcibly removed those thoughts from his mind. And, until they got back to the bookshop, he instead decided to actually focus on the road ahead. 

"Angel...?" Crowley soothed, softening his voice for the sake of Aziraphale. The Angel in question stirred, opened one eye, and smiled. 

"Crowley!" He yawned, opening the other, soft blue eye. "Are we back?"

"Yep. Need a hand?"

Aziraphale nodded, still smiling. Without hesitation, the Demon took the Angel's arm in his, and walked him up to the bookshop. For a moment, the two stood at the door, not quite sure what to do next. Crowley had been thinking, for a while now, about moving in with Aziraphale. And now that they were, as humans would say, a thing, it would be most appropriate for the two to actually live together. He'd bring it up in the morning, though. 

"You can stay here for the night, dear. If you want, of course!" Aziraphale was praying to whoever was listening that Crowley would say yes. In all fairness, he'd been wondering about their living situation. It would be wise for them to live in the same place, for practicality. 

And Aziraphale often missed Crowley dearly when he left for his flat. 

"That would be lovely, thank you angel." Crowley grinned. 

The familiar bell above the door rang out, echoing slightly throughout the bookcases. Instead of  heading over to the sofa, Aziraphale motioned for Crowley to follow him up the winding spiral staircase, and into the bedroom. 

"I apologise, Crowley dear, but I can miracle you another bed if you'd prefer?" Aziraphale chuckled. But Crowley simply waved the thought away. Instead, his face turned a bright shade of red, facing away from the Angel. 

"I- If you don't mind... I don't mind uh..."

"Cuddles, dear?" Aziraphale spoke kindly. the Demon was expecting to be laughed at, but instead, it seemed the Angel was just as starved for this simple affection as he was. Nodding slowly, he turned back to face Aziraphale, who wore a smile as kind as his words. 

As the pair lay down on the bed, Aziraphale wrapped his warm arms around the Demon, who in turn decided to use the Angel's stomach as a pillow. Truth be told, Crowley had wanted to cuddle Aziraphale for a long while, now. And he was even softer, and kinder, and warmer than he'd imagined. He really felt at home in Aziraphale's arms. 

And to think they had almost separated!

Neither had realised how much they were in need of this. In need of just being able to hold each other, without consequences. 

"Goodnight my dearest Crowley." Aziraphale yawned, eyes fluttering shut. All he recieved in return was a muffled "mmm...", causing him to chuckle slightly. But then exhaustion, and the fact that he was so comfortable in the Demon's surprisingly cosy arms, finally hit him, and within a minute, both he and Crowley were sleeping soundly without a care in the world. 

//

"You'll never see your beloved Aziraphale again!" The cold words of The Metatron echoed through the equally cold walls. 

He was sat, tied to a chair (much like he had during the body swap), watching the love of his life stare in horror at the whirlwind of Hellfire in front of him. 

"That's what you get for consorting with a pathetic, lowlife demon such as him." Every Angel's sharp gaze landed on Crowley, who's hands were trembling under the rope's constraints. Every pair of eyes stabbed his heart, as though they were knives. 

And just like that, Aziraphale was pushed into the Hellfire, his screams echoing painfully through Crowley's head. Suddenly the Angels' piercing eyes were nothing compared to the hurt that twisted his heart. He was gone. /Forever/. 

"AZIRAPHALE! AZIRAPHALE! STOP IT! I NEED YOU! AZIRAPHA-"

//

Crowley was suddenly awake, sweat dripping down his forehead. He couldn't stop hyperventilating. Aziraphale was dead, he was gone, he-

"Crowley?!" A voice, soft and angelic, called for him. His panic suddenly turned to relief, which immediately took the weight off his shoulders. "Crowley, dear! My God, what happened?!"

"I- You were- you died, but then-" The Demon could feel tears forming in his eyes at the thought of the nightmare. he could still hear the Angel's screams, piercing his head and his heart. And the more he thought, the more tears formed, until the tears escaped, streaming down his face. 

"Oh Crowley..." Azirapahle wasted no time in wrapping him in a huge embrace. He peppered his tear stained cheeks in little kisses, and whispered words of comfort to him. "I'm here, okay? I'm alive. We're safe now..."

It took a while for the Demon to calm down, but once he had, he was treated to a wonderful breakfast in bed. By that, it consisted of A large bottle of wine and some crepes for the couple to share. Aziraphale had been right - crepes were delicious. They were also quite comforting after the whole nightmare incident. 

With a sigh, he looked over at Azirapahle with a gentle smile. The Angel smiled back, happily munching on the fresh crepes. In that moment, Crowley decided that he could really get used to this. 

//  Hello!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I sped ran this chapter so apologies if there are any spelling / grammar mistakes, or plot errors etc. I also apologise for the slight angst - I was feeling goofy and silly >:) 

I haven't got a lot else to say this time, other than I may be busy soon, and daily uploads could be a challenge. However, I will always try my hardest to make one per day! I also do hope that they are good quality despite the deadlines. 

Votes and comments are appreciated, but not necessary! Have a great day / night and I'll see you in the next one!

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