Hey guys! So I have other fics to post (and write, don't even get me started on that), but thisoneslate and I were screaming at each other about a potential season 3 ending this afternoon, and well, my fingers slipped and I accidently wrote this based on what we were yelling at each other.
Anyway, 100% manifesting this as the s3 ending for thisoneslate and I, and all the rest of you too, please and thank you!
Hope you like it, let me know, much love xox

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Aziraphale watched the bees as they buzzed quietly from flower to flower in the luxurious garden attached to their little cottage, and Crowley mostly watched his angel. He did look at the garden too, but nothing, nothing, on God's green earth could ever compare to this one being.

The sky was grey, but that was no dampener on their day, or their moods. There was finally peace, and for good. It was done, and they were safe. Properly, truly, permanently safe. And that meant…well it meant that a demon and an angel who'd been dancing around each other for more than six millennia could finally speaking plainly to one another. No more half truths, no more secret glances, no more unsaid feelings. It was all out in the open. They loved each other as much as a being created by God was able – which was an all encompassing, chest bursting amount – and they now had the freedom to tell and show each other exactly that. And they did, every moment of every day.

For the first time since he'd donned dark lenses millennia ago, they'd taken up a semi-permanent residence somewhere other than Crowley's face. Collecting dust sitting on the entrance hall table in their cottage, only being picked up and dusted off when they took a trip out where there would be humans. He didn't need to hide anymore, didn't need to be afraid that Aziraphale couldn't or wouldn't accept him as he was, as he had been since the Fall. He was certain of the angel's love now.

They sat in the middle of the wooden bench seat of their garden with most of their bodies gently pressed against each other, from knees, and Aziraphale's hand resting on the demon's thigh, to where Crowley's arm wrapped around Aziraphale's shoulder, thumb slowly rubbing circles into the opposite clavicle through his beige jacket. A white, angel winged mug sat firmly in Aziraphale's grasp, still half full with his tea, while Crowley's plain, glossy black mug was almost at the dregs of his coffee – he liked to drink it fast, while it was still scoldingly hot.

Crowley tore his gaze away from the angel to investigate a twitching bush he'd noticed in his peripheral. Two long, fluffy ears poked out from beneath the green, followed by a whiskered, twitching, pink nose and two mostly black eyes. Deeming it safe, the rabbit hopped out from under the bush completely, sniffing at the flowers, and sneezing from the pollen.

The demon chuckled softly, and glanced back at Aziraphale to see if he'd noticed their furry visitor, only to find that his angel was already staring at him, smiling freely, openly, and so incandescently full of love that Crowley's heart skipped a beat, and nearly threw itself out of his chest at Aziraphale.

There was so much love radiating from the angel already, that when Crowley smiled back at him, just as unabashedly unafraid, contentedly at ease, blindingly happy, and in love, well, Aziraphale begun to glow with it. He'd been doing that a lot of late, and Crowley couldn't describe how it made him feel to know that he was the reason his angel physically couldn't contain the amount of love and joy he was feeling, but it might just be the best thing he'd ever felt in his long life.

Crowley blinked at him languidly, like a cat, yellow snake eyes uncovered – which Aziraphale had been giving a lot of adoring compliments about recently – and let himself just look at his angel, bask in his glow, because he was allowed, because they had eternity together now, and it was his new (old) favourite pastime.

Eventually, maybe minutes, maybe hours later, Aziraphale held up his mug and made a toast, "To us."

Lucky Crowley had the jaw of a snake, or he might have hurt himself smiling that broadly. Instead of raising his mug in return though, he put his unfinished coffee down next to him and leant in to Aziraphale, stopping an inch from his face to repeat, "To us, Angel," and kissed him tenderly, pulling his arm in to cup Aziraphale's cheek.

As they kissed, Aziraphale put down his own mug and reached out for the demon's free hand, holding it in his own, and intertwining their fingers in their laps.

From the trees on the edge of the garden a family of nightingales sang in their honour, and the air was filled with the sound of love.

Narrator (God): "This. Everything I ever did was for this. For this was the ineffable plan all along."