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  1. Rec 10

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    Post-canon, Reo copes badly. The otters take advantage.

    (Because abstract concepts are never really destroyed for good, and the harder you try not to think about them, the quicker they get back in.)

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    09 Oct 2019

  2. Public Bookmark *

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    "All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?"

    Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.

    "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."

    AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

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    16 Aug 2019

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    I was with it until the porn, and then apparently Crowley taking it up the butt hit Sad Pining Bottom overload and I got completely thrown out. It was fun until then, though.

  3. Rec 64

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    “Your job is tempting humans to wicked deeds, not--” Aziraphale waved a hand around at the bedchamber he found himself in. The walls were papered in a pattern that matched the fine lace edging Crowley’s chemise and the canopy bed placed prominently in the middle could easily sleep five. The linens, a rich violet, were a touch rumpled, and belts and buckles of a certain design hung conspicuously here and there. Aziraphale withdrew the gesture and covered his mouth. “Oh, I see.”

    [Written for the GO Kink Meme prompt: At some point in history, while presenting as a woman, Crowley works as a prostitute (a very easy and lazy way to do temptations). Aziraphale ends up paying for a night.]

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    16 Aug 2019

  4. Rec 50

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    The guy who rocked up next to Crowley tapped a finger against the bar to signal the bartender. He was dressed impeccably in a white linen suit, white shirt, and lavender tie. A platinum Rolex flashed on his wrist. He threw Crowley a look when the bartender near the till didn’t drop what she was doing to head over immediately. “Can you believe this? The service in this place is a joke.”

    Crowley gave him another once over. He looked sorta familiar, but then again, with his combed back hair and toothy smile he looked like practically every other upper management wanker in the hotel. Crowley went back to his boozing. He should’ve gone for the correspondence course.

    tl;dr: That time in the early 80s when Crowley went to the States to do a blessing for Aziraphale and accidentally hooked up with his boss.

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    16 Aug 2019

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    He hadn’t expected a sudden lapful of angel.

    “Very sorry about this,” Aziraphale said, and kissed him.

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    24 Jul 2019