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“Crowley? Crowley, it’s time to wake up.”

Crowley heard the familiar voice calling him, but didn’t quite want to open his eyes yet. He had the distinct impression that he’d been having a lovely dream, and even now the echo of a nearly forgotten melody played in his head. Soft breeze brushed his cheek, lifting the hair from off his forehead.

“Crowley, you’re safe now. Please, I need to see you open your eyes.”

It was a voice he could never resist, and so he forced his eyes open.

He was greeted with the light of thousands of stars, covering his body, and emitting a warm luminescence that caused the face of the angel bending over him to glow. Crowley was tucked safely into Aziraphale’s arms, the angel’s wings curled around him, those, too, decorated with starlight.

(Link to the fic below)

Crowley reached up with awe to touch one of the twinkling drops resting in the angel’s feathers, wondering if he was still dreaming. This place…he knew it, of course, though he had never thought to see it. He was almost certain he was wrong, and yet there was no mistaking the stars that glittered all around. It must be the Fields of Gold. It was sacred, even by Heavenly standards, for even angels were not permitted to enter. There was only one in particular that knew the way, but he was no longer an angel.

So how could a fallen angel like Crowley be here?

But his dream…he looked down at his hand bathed in starlight, then placed it over his chest. No, not a dream, he realized. At least not all of it. And there was the lullaby that he remembered from so long ago still echoing in his head.

Something had changed inside of him, and he was honestly feeling incredibly overwhelmed. Impulsively, he burrowed further against Aziraphale, burying his face against his friend’s body and gripping him tight, with the need to suddenly hold onto something, anchor himself to someone familiar. He didn’t know how they had gotten here, because previously he had been so certain they would all die and start the next Apocalypse, but now everything felt right with the world and relief rushed over him as a few tears slid from his eyes.

He felt Aziraphale’s hands rubbing over his back and the angel huffed fondly. “It’s all right, dear. You’re home now. Everything will be okay.”

Crowley sniffed and pushed himself upright, finally pulling himself together. “No, angel,” he said. “I’m not home until we’re at the bookshop with a strong drink.”

Joy and relief spread across Aziraphale’s face. The stars began to rise from them like shimmering, upward-falling, raindrops.

The angel laughed. “I think that sounds like a splendid idea.”

He helped Crowley to stand as the last of the stars fell from them, and as Aziraphale prepared to miracle them home, Crowley cast one more look around this sacred place.

He smiled as he heard the final strains of that forgotten lullaby on the breeze as the stars settled again.

He’d always thought it should have been called the Field of Starlight instead.

“Dedicated to S. Nodilo as a celebration of more than a decade of sharing a common love for the stars and music! Also, extending a heartfelt gratitude for @29-pieces for her "Goodnight, My Angel” performance and of course, an infinite amount of thanks to @lady-wallace for Forgotten Lullaby, a story commissioned together with this artwork–“ by @cafelatte100!

The setting is also inspired by the song Fields of Gold by Sting, which you can see illustrated here!

You can read the the full version of the fanfiction at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23442328/chapters/56189596