Happy WIP Wednesday!
Because I am so excited to be done with this fic (in the sense of this is the longest fic I've written in a good while, it's been a labor of love, and I'm glad to be wrapping it up with an ending I love right now... when I'm officially editing it, I'll probably hate it, but for now, I love it truly).
I'm writing the last chapter + epilogue of my GO3 fix-it/rewrite, heavy-laden! The story's climax was in the last chapter, but now the part everyone actually cares about, the emotional climax, the thing we didn't get but so deserved in GO3 canon...
“I never wanted you to be an angel again. That was — I never meant that, I — I only wanted you, and I only ever wanted you to be happy.” [Aziraphale] was blinking furiously, tears shining in his devastated gaze. “I thought — foolishly, I now see — that being in Heaven, being an angel again . . . that it would make you happy.” “I am happy,” Crowley said, “with you.” He stood to his feet and put his whiskey on the mantle above the crackling fireplace. He moved forward, stumbling only a little, and before he even knew what he was doing, he was gripping Aziraphale’s hand again, half-crumpling in front of the armchair, half-kneeling to be on the angel’s level. “S’ all,” he rasped out. “Angel, s’all I was trying to say, that day. That I would — I would like to spend — the rest of my existence with you. ‘Cause you —,” He drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and looked away, and Aziraphale squeezed his hand. “When I can’t feel you — s’ like I’m — I’m —,” “Lost?” Aziraphale whispered. “Lost,” Crowley breathed out. “And now?” “I don’t know,” Crowley said. “You never were a good liar, Crowley.” To the demon’s surprise, there was a shimmer of mirth and affection there, among all the grief in Aziraphale’s gaze. “Especially not to me.”
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Feel free to check out the published chapters in the link above <3 The final chapter and epilogue, I hope to finish by the end of this week, but possibly early next week.
