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  1. Public Bookmark 56

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    Crowley has had one thought going about his mind for a while now, and that is that he really likes Aziraphale's body (highlighted by how he comparatively didn't enjoy seeing Aziraphale in Madame Tracy). But how does one tell their friend of 6000 years that he's got a hot bod? Awkwardly and with great difficulty, is the answer. He accidentally dredges up a Gabriel-related issue Aziraphale has been holding on to.
    This fic got away from me a bit, it was meant to be 2000-3000 words of body positivity, but then Aziraphale blurted out his feeling and they had to navigate that whole thing so now it's 9000 words that get a bit steamy at one or two points. Lots of 'what do you want?' and 'are you sure' it's very sweet

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    13 Oct 2019

  2. Public Bookmark 52

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    Crowley has been holding out his hand, metaphorically speaking, since the Garden, and Aziraphale is ready to take it - to have and to hold it, for all that entails. Only, he wants to do it right.

    Mother nature has other ideas.

    Or, Aziraphale gets caught indulging a fantasy, and gets the best possible response.

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    13 Oct 2019

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    “Let’s get lunch,” Crowley said, sauntering into the bookshop one October afternoon, his hair a little windswept and his cheeks a little pink from the chill, “what do you think, Le Café du Marché?”

    Whatever it was that was waiting to give inside Aziraphale’s chest snapped like a twig. He didn’t even like French food.

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale said, setting down his book with an argumentative slap. “You don’t even like French food.”

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    The world hadn’t ended, which was all well and good. If only this had. This, of course, being lunch.

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    07 Oct 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 98

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    "Bit strange, the Almighty giving us soulmates, too - us demons, not us-us. Wasn't that the point of the Fall, making 'em miserable down there?" Crawly mused. "Seems counterproductive, assigning perfect lovers."

     

    "She'll have Her reasons." Aziraphale muttered, a little curtly, and, there in the rain, wrapped in the Serpent's wing, he ran his fingers over his mark again.

     

    From the very corner of his eye, he saw Crawly doing the same.

     

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    Crowley's soul-name reads "Aziraphale".

    Aziraphale's does NOT read "Crowley".

    This is... suboptimal, to say the least.

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    04 Oct 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 95

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    “I’ve come to take you to dinner,” Crowley announces, “and you can’t say no. We’ve a reservation at the Lecture Room at Sketch and Chef Gagnaire’s prepared seven courses. Tempting, eh?”

    “By God,” Aziraphale stops himself, a little guilty after taking the Lord’s name in vain. He does hope She doesn’t mind. “But you are good at what you do.”
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    A week after the thwarted Apocalypse, Crowley takes Aziraphale to dinner. In the course of a night, Aziraphale finally comes to understand what they mean to each other.

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    16 Aug 2019