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  1. Public Bookmark 45

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    Fjord isn't used to comfort after a nightmare. Caleb frets over Fjord drowning on dry land.

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    30 Sep 2019

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    Highly recommend reading while you're emotionally vulnerable and bundled in bed with the heat blasted.... Soft ™

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    “There’s just something I’ve been thinking about for a few centuries,” Aziraphale says. “It’s not very proper, of course, but . . .”

    Crowley grins, and leans towards him. Aziraphale having an “improper” idea sounds like the best time he can think of, frankly.

    “Tell me all about it,” he says.

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    01 Aug 2019

    Bookmarker's Notes

    I think about this fic every god damn day.

  3. Public Bookmark 98

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    Aziraphale wants holy communion. He wants eucharistic adoration. He wants the whole damn host. Even the terrible church wine will do, at this point.

    Wherein:
    1. Loving and being in love are two very distinct states of being.
    2. The occult and the ethereal are more like eldritch entities than Renaissance paintings.
    3. There are tentacles.

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    03 Jul 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 97

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    Under him, Aziraphale makes a soft, deep sound.

    He lets go, leaves his lips just where they are. “You’re sweet. You taste sweet.”

    Apparently Aziraphale isn’t up to making words right now.

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    Three little chapters of happy smut. Immortal genderless beings assuming mostly-human forms would, I figure, have a bit of a different approach to sex. They've got no particular drive, and all the time in the world. Getting sidetracked is part of the fun.

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    30 Jun 2019

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    Aziraphale bleeds. Is bleeding. He’s wearing human skin, after all.

    They’re in Crowley’s kitchen. Aziraphale preparing sashimi in paper-thin slices, when he lets out a little “Oh!” of surprise, drops the knife, clattering onto the granite countertop. Crowley looks up, sees the look on his face, shocked, and a little pale, and the ooze of dark red squeezing between the fingers he’s wrapped tightly around his left pointer finger, and he’s on his feet and at his side in less than a heartbeat.

    “Let me see it.”

    “Oh, I’m sure it’s quite fine. Silly me. Not watching what I was doing.”

    “Give it!” Crowley insists.

    “Oh dear me. I think I’m going to…” Aziraphale weaves a little, and Crowley reaches out and grabs him by both arms, reaching behind himself with one foot, to hook chair and yank it toward them.

    “Sit.” He says a little more gently, easing the Angel down. “Show me.”

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    28 Jun 2019