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He looked up at the stars he loved oh so dearly, and the man he loved more sat in the lawn seat beside him. Asa put his hand out on the armrest of Anthony's chair, hot cocoa (slowly draining) in the other hand, and Anthony put his hand on top of his husbands, gripping it tightly and never wanting to let go. He quickly finished his cocoa, happy as can be, while the meteor shower began to rain across the night sky. Asa put his cocoa on the side table and he leaned against Anthony, Asa’s aged hair still as soft as ever.
Anthony began to return the lean against him.
I hope your wish comes true, angel.
And it went black.
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Crowley jolted awake, heart pounding out of his chest, leather rubbing against his face and hands.
He began to think on what happened; God in the bookshop, multiple lives meeting different versions of Aziraphale, growing old as a professor in Astrophys-
Aziraphale.
Crowley quickly sat up, realizing that he was in a car. The Bentley.
Outside was SoHo. Not the bookshop, however.
Crowley began to drive, putting his foot down and letting The Bentley speed over to Aziraphales book shop as fast as it could.
While they were heading over to the angels bookshop, Crowley had some time to think, for yet another silent time in his life.
He thought of his past lives, how each new life came with a new Aziraphale. The same fiery red hair, the same golden white tones on his angel. They always found each other, every era, every new life he had different versions of the same man as his lover. It felt like a retelling of the angel and demons' own love lives, set into multiple chapters. Perhaps it was a final blessing from god. Must he thank her? He really should.
“Thanks Almighty, if that was your doing.” He reluctantly barked out. The wind chimed in response.
The Bentley arrived in front of the bookshop - across from Give me Coffee or Give me Death, beside Maggies record shop, looking the same as it did before Micheals outburst.
Crowley jumped out of his car, rushing into the bookshop as fast as he could.
“Aziraphale?!” he called out in the empty room.
“Crowley..” A soft, familiar voice called back. “Oh, my dear Crowley..”
And a white haired man came down the stairs.
The embrace came out of nowhere, Crowley barely even saw the man run over to him.
They cried into each other's necks.
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After calming down from the burst of emotions, they talked for once in their lives, after centuries of unspoken words and feelings.
“So, angel, I assume that's the end of that wish.”
“Yes, I believe so.”
“So it's back to how it used to be?” Crowley questioned, which he was used to doing. It was one of his biggest flaws, and one of his biggest strengths. “I mean, my eyes are the same and the Bentley is still as alive as ever.” And as him as ever.
Aziraphale just sat and listened to him, eyes still teary and red.
“I think,” He shook “that the Almighty decided to only partially fulfill our request. She couldn't, as God, create a universe without one.”
Aziraphale was soon interrupted by the ding of the bell at the door, and the sun shining slightly brighter in through the window.
“Correct, angel Aziraphale.” a deep, yet light and heavenly voice responded. Both their heads turned to face the voice, seeing God in a rather casual outfit.
“I did try, as that was what you wanted, but lo and behold it didnt work, i couldnt destroy myself. I decided that i would let your earth and universe last for billions of years, but only let you two run for 6000 lifetimes. I would then return you to this world.” she said as she waved around to the outside. She looked towards Crowley.
“Towards your previous comment when you woke up, you are welcome.” Crowley scoffed, clearly unamused. He grabbed aziraphales hand.
He still had so many questions, but he knew none of them would be answered.
“What about our friends we made during our lifetime.” If you could call it that anymore “Jesus, Adam, Nina, Maggie?” He scowled at the Almighty.
And Muriel.
“Its as if the book of life was never destroyed. As if Micheal – who i talked to – never had her outburst, and Jesus was stopped. He would have still helped the community, however.” God said gently, mainly to comfort Aziraphale, who had tightened his grip on Crowleys hand. “Right, i’ll leave you two be.” And she went out the door, and the sun died down.
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It took barely any time to adjust back into being in their presences, just with miracles and wings this time. Sometimes they'd visit Gabriel and Beelzebub, still off in Alpha Centauri (They never questioned how the Bentley got up there, they just assumed Crowley miracled it. They were wrong – partially). Sometimes they'd go feed the ducks together, sometimes they'd have double dates with Nina and Maggie.
When a cottage opened, that looked the exact same as their last life, Crowley knew to take it immediately.
It was a nice day. Most days had been nice.
And one former angel, retired from selling books, and one former demon, retired from yelling at plants (though he still does it), were sitting on seats outside a south downs cottage. A meteor shower had started, and they covered each other with their wings.
So it ends, as it had started, with a garden. This time, a garden of love.