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  1. Public Bookmark 2

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    Now that it’s not the end of the world as they know it, and they didn’t die in either holy water or hellfire, Crowley decides that they need to talk about what their future holds.

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    27 Feb 2020

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    The year is 1912, and one angel and one demon's lives are about to change forever as they embark on the fateful maiden voyage of the R.M.S. Titanic - and a relationship utterly forbidden by both Heaven and Hell.

    Rating and warnings for Chapter 13, the rest being far more mild. Some slight amendments to the 2011 FanFiction version, nothing major.

    Once again, I apologise to the fandom for reading a comedy and writing a tragedy.

    (Written 2011)

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    26 Feb 2020

  3. Public Bookmark 34

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    Crowley feels unworthy of the only being he truly cares for. This is his benediction, his worship upon the altar of Aziraphale. Set to the lyrics of the Hozier song, "Take Me to Church;" which have been edited slightly to fit the story.

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    13 Feb 2020

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    Aziraphale has not shut up in thirty-four minutes. Crowley’s been counting.

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    11 Feb 2020

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    After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives.
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    Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this?

    But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia.

    However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.

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