meanwhile-in-heaven

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The Supreme Archangel was used to the snide comments and snickers behind his back whenever he walked the corridors of Heaven, but he had to grit his teeth and clench his fists extra hard today when he overheard Uriel saying something derisive about his ‘friend in dark glasses’.

Aziraphale didn’t mind what they said about him… but when it came to Crowley… well, it made him want to do very un-angelic things.

He was still seething when Muriel’s friendly face popped around the door of his office and, with a sympathetic smile, left a familiar blue cup on his desk, leaving without a word.

He sipped the delicious beverage - a festive flavoured hot chocolate - and thought about the first time Uriel had called Crowley his… well… you know… and how even though he had known he was in so much trouble, all he had felt in that moment was terrifying, thrilling, joy.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale wandered down to the prayer department and listened in to the prayers that rolled in from across the Earth. They washed over him, whispered waves of grief and gratitude, and they turned to wetness that tracked steadily down his cheeks.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale found himself suddenly inspired to create a mandatory “wear an ugly festive jumper to work” day to brighten morale.

The look on Uriel’s face at hearing this news certainly brightened his morale, anyway.

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Today, Aziraphale woke up and found himself in the bookshop, in his old bed, feeling very disoriented. He remembered falling asleep in his office, wrapped up in something soft, and supposed he must have accidentally miracled himself here in his sleep.

His first relieved thought was to thank Someone it was here he’d woken up and not in Crowley’s flat.

His second thought involved his entire brain screeching and melting down completely at the implications of his first thought.

He left the bookshop without disturbing Muriel, feeling incredibly flustered about the entire thing.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale took a bite out of a nice, crunchy apple, letting the juice run down his chin.

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Aziraphale spent today wrapped up in a blanket and refusing to see anyone.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale popped down to Earth to visit his beloved bookshop.

Muriel was a gracious host, and Aziraphale tried not to feel too awkward at being offered a cup of tea in his own property. He settled comfortably in his favourite armchair with a rather worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, and pulled the tartan blanket over his lap. His delicate angelic senses caught the scent of something familiar, earthy and dark and enticing.

Aziraphale pulled the blanket closer, trying to read through blurred vision as his fist curled into the wool, but he ended up simply listening to the sound of the gentle rain that pattered on and on and on.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale decided to take a break from endless paperwork to visit one of his favourite bistros in Soho.

They had new salt and pepper shakers on the table that looked like two figures hugging, one black and one white. He took one look at them and burst into tears.

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Today, during a particularly long meeting punctuated by Sandalphon’s attempts at humour, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale suddenly understood how Crowley had felt when he’d decided to sleep through the fourteenth century.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale arrived at the bookshop in the nick of time - two very familiar undead faces were trying to get into the bookshop! Without thinking, Aziraphale tried to miracle his flaming sword, but the energies on all Hallow’s Eve were playing havoc with his miracles, so all he could summon was a giant zombie cat paw.

Making the best of it, Aziraphale made short work of the zombies, who were barely holding themselves together anyway - all it took was a swift whack and they were in pieces on the floor.

He reassured Muriel as best he could, but couldn’t help but wonder where the third Nazi zombie had ended up. He thought about Crowley, about that night in 1941, and all of sudden was struck with such a blinding urge to reach out to Crowley, to find him, to help him… it was as if he could hear Crowley calling his name, begging - no, praying - but Crowley would never… surely…

Aziraphale reached out, trying to find him - but before he could fathom what was going on, the connection was gone.

The Supreme Archangel of Heaven walked back to the elevator to Heaven slowly, thoughtfully, as if expecting Crowley to suddenly appear out of the shadows.

He did not.

Aziraphale shook it off, and put it down to wishful thinking. He knew Crowley would never pray - and if he ever did, it certainly wouldn’t be to him. Silly, soft angel, and his silly, soft dreams.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale received a very peculiar communication from Muriel, saying that there was something rather odd occurring in Whickber Street; strange sounds and mysterious incidents of all kinds, and a “spooky” feeling in the air.

It was most likely just All Hallow’s Eve tomfoolery, Aziraphale was sure - but he promised Muriel he would come and take a look around tomorrow, just in case.

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Today, Aziraphale assisted a soul from one plane to the next. It wasn’t something he usually did, but there was something he found incredibly beautiful about taking a frightened, long-suffering soul out of their aching physical body, and guiding them gently and lovingly to their rest.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale blessed television movies, the people who fought to have them made, and especially the fans who continued to carry hope in their hearts.

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Today Supreme Archangel Aziraphale had a visit from Muriel. It was nice to see them, even if they were a little fidgety under the watchful eye of Uriel.

Aziraphale couldn’t help the tears that sprang into his eyes, however, when the junior angel handed over a perfectly crafted origami duck as a parting gift. He wondered if Crowley took Muriel to feed the ducks now, as they once had done.

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Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale wondered if anyone danced the Gavotte anymore. He thought about how many other small joys had been lost to time and forgotten.

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Today, much to Aziraphale’s surprise, Gabriel showed up to ask for relationship advice.

Aziraphale thought he was doing rather well explaining examples of complicated human courtship rituals until Gabriel mentioned he had been by Crowley’s flat for advice also, and all speech seemed to leave the Supreme Archangel entirely. Gabriel left, and Aziraphale wondered what advice Crowley had given him.

Don’t bother, probably.

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Today, Aziraphale went to the inner sanctum of Heaven and relocated his old sword.

The blade seemed to gleam, hot, as he removed it from its dusty red cushion, and Aziraphale’s grip tightened around the handle, knuckles white, as he remembered how quickly an act of kindness could descend into war and discontent.