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  1. Public Bookmark 12

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    “Really, this is serious," Lorenz huffs, catching Claude's face with a gloved hand as he swoops merrily in. "An Alliance roundtable is absolutely not the time for your nonsense, Riegan."

    "I would argue that an Alliance roundtable is exactly the time for my nonsense, Gloucester," Claude says, and not even Lorenz's hand over his mouth is enough to muffle the smile in his voice. “Keeps them on their toes. Besides, I'm mostly behaving myself. If I had my way, we'd be--"

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    16 Aug 2019

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Cute as heck. How? Idk, but the Lorenz voice is perfect

  2. Public Bookmark 80

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    “You know—“ Aziraphale replied, turning around with a pinched expression. “Lay low for a time. Let the gossiping die down.”

    Crowley did not reply, adjusting his glasses back up and focusing on his crosswords once more. Aziraphale sighed.

    “Maybe— I went a bit overboard.” He murmured, concerned.

    “A bit?” Crowley barked a laugh. “Angel, you are like a constantly-on lighthouse sitting smack in the middle of Soho, and everyone else are moths. I’d say that ‘going a bit overboard’ doesn’t quite cover it.”

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    09 Aug 2019

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    So soft and sweet. A vaguely epistolary concept of what Aziraphale's impact might be on Soho after the Apocalypse that Wasn't

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    A Narrative of Certain Events following the Ending of the World (Except Not Quite), as vaguely hinted at in The Slapdash and Not Very Helpful Prophetic Tidbit of Agnes Nutter, Witch (And Matchmaker.)

     

    "Their lives are in horrible, terrible danger that only we can save them from!" Anathema held up the Prophetic Tidbit. "It says so. Right here."
    Madame Tracy peered at the page.
    Raised a meaningful eyebrow.
    "Dearie, as a woman of, well, considerable experience, I really don't think that's what 'the lyttle Deathe' means in this context..."

    "Huh." Anathema squinted. Flipped the page. Read another bit. "....huh."

     

    (Or, alternatively: Eight - give or take - matchmakers trying really, really hard, honest; two clueless ethereal/occult beings mutually pining their endless days away; and one witch, who can't leave well enough alone when it comes to matters of the heart, no matter how many centuries ago she died.)

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    21 Jul 2019

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    Delicious romp through fic get together tropes with a plot in between and all the characters lovingly represented

  4. Public Bookmark 83

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    Here are a couple of things to have in consideration about the scenario Victor finds himself in:

    1. Yuuri is wearing three different pairs of very soft looking socks because his feet are very cold, a pair of boxers, Victor’s blanket and nothing else
    2.Victor’s never actually helped another omega through a heat. He’s barely had enough heats to know what he’s doing, choosing to supress them until his doctor’s lips were a thin line and they started talking about impact on his performance and making the supressants less effective. There wasn’t really anyone around when he had to have his heats, so it’s not like he even has the experience of watching others do
    3.Yuuri’s room smells like sex, strawberry candy and energy drinks
    4.Victor likes Yuuri very, very much and he has no idea what to do with himself around him most of the time

    (OR: what if heats sucked a little bit and you just cuddled a lot and also being touch starved made you physically ill?)

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    12 Jul 2019

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    Really soft, sweet h/c fic

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    He was the bloody Serpent of Eden, and he wasn’t going to stand for this kind of flagrant trespassing.

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    21 Jun 2019

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will be your creepy bookshop snake to keep every nerdy thot in london from trying something" - crowley, who really does like the funny ones by Shakespeare, probably