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    Kept apart by the timing of their acts, the pierrot Aziraphale finds himself smitten with Crowley the fire artist anyway. All he's ever done is watch... until one day he finds the courage to do more.

    Art by hollow-head! 💗

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    22 Nov 2021

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    This is a fancomic in 15 pages about that night at Crowley's flat.
    It starts out Peter Cetera and ends up Clint Mansell.
    I know Crowley's located in Mayfair but I wanted him to have a fancy skylight so I'm pretending he has some hipster industrial loft instead.
    Posted 5 pages per chapter for ease of loading pages.

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    19 Nov 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 49

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    Aziraphale welcomes him. He burns brighter and hotter, the confines of his celestial body trembling with laughter. He doesn’t have a proper mouth to speak with – doesn’t need one either, Crowley would know what he’s saying in any language.
    Hello, my love.

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    Aziraphale and Crowley meet in the woods far from any human settlement, where they can let their true forms take over.

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    19 Nov 2021

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    Aziraphale doesn’t say anything for a moment. This is usually the part where he withdraws his arm. Instead, his fingers flutter at Crowley’s waist, a split-second pressure that’s gone as fast as it is light. He doesn’t remove his hand. “Why did you sit up?”

    Crowley wasn’t expecting that question. He stutters unintelligibly for a moment, trying to figure out how to ask Was I not supposed to? without, you know, actually saying that.

    (Or: Crowley constantly overthinks, and Aziraphale finally puts his foot down.)

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    01 Nov 2021

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    "There was something else I was going to ask you," Aziraphale continued, unabashed. "Ah… How to put it?" He tapped his hand on his thigh for a moment, and then apparently found inspiration. "Ah! When you're…" Crowley made the mistake of making eye contact with him, and Aziraphale gave him another outrageous wink. "Dining out… What cutlery do you prefer to use?"

    "I'm sorry?" Crowley said pleasantly, trying his best not to cause anything in the dining room to catch aflame in his frustration.

    Aziraphale gave him a reproachful stare, as if Crowley were being very stupid. "When you're eating, Crowley. Do you favour the… The knife?" Aziraphale actually glanced conspicuously at his own crotch, and Crowley considered leaving the dining room via the nearest window. "Or the spoon?" Another raised eyebrow. "Or even, let's say, a fork?"

    "What the fuck is the fork in this situation?" Crowley hissed through gritted teeth.

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    Aziraphale mentions that he'd like to have sex with Crowley. Crowley is completely taken-aback, and very conflicted, and very interested. Aziraphale is also trying to kill him by using elaborate food metaphors to explain the whole subject, which is not helping in the slightest.

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    23 Oct 2021