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“All I’m saying is, you’d better ask me to be a bridesmaid! It took bloody years of work and a £36 million TV show to get you two together! It was worth it, right? Right?!” Pepper sloshed her Talisker in Aziraphale and Crowley’s direction. She was nothing if not... persistent.
Aziraphale laughed. “Well, that is as may be, but we are not committing to a second series!”
Pepper sat up a little straighter. “Second series, you say? Why, what an excellent idea! ‘Great Expectations’, we’d call it. No… wait,” She shook her head. “I reckon that’s taken.” She took a swig. “‘A Tale of Two Celestial Harmoniesssss’.”
Crowley scowled.
Pepper sat across from the pair at The Enterprise, on one of their frequent trips back to London from their cottage in the South Downs for what had become their regular Thursday night drinking session. They had moved into the cottage shortly after the convention, a vibrant yellow clematis that Aziraphale later found out was called “My Angel” gracing their collective front door and a sign that read “Temptation Accomplished” hung above it.
The bookshop was still very much a part of their lives; the Fiends, as they had come to name their new friendship group (the reasons for which were lost in the midsts of time) took care of it on rotation, opening it at weekends for cosplay shoots and meet ups. BookshopCon was just around the corner and Aziraphale couldn’t wait - he would be cosplaying Gabriel.
Crowley was still scowling.
Pepper was still talking.
“...never actually thought you’d live there! Even after Crowley bought the place I thought he’d never get up the nerve to ask you - “
She paused to wiggle her eyebrows. Crowley continued to scowl.
“So, series 2… or, boring domesticity? Baking with Aziraphale? Crowley fronting Gardener’s World? I don’t think I can quite hit the heady heights of Tiger King with one snake and an ‘Azira-dove’, but we could try…?”
“Actually, my dear,” began Aziraphale, “we have decided to write a series of our own…”
A smile crept onto Crowley’s face, as demonic as Aziraphale had ever seen him.
“Well more of a collection, really. Our fics and few more besides. I hear there’s a rather marvellous Pepper/Brian tag that we really must consider including...” He paused to look at Pepper’s furious face. “Honestly, dear, don’t worry - we promise we won’t include anything quite so incendiary as ‘I know what you smell like’...”
Crowley’s diabolical chuckle could be heard across the pub as Pepper launched herself across the table at Aziraphale, who deftly caught her drink as it made a break for the floor. They drank long into the night, toasting each other with a camaraderie - nay, a love - that would last far beyond the next 6,000 years.