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    Honestly, this whole mess wouldn’t have happened if Hell had properly informed all their staff that Anthony J. Crowley was off-limits.

    Some demons try to attack Crowley, Aziraphale gets himself burned playing knight in shining armor and Hell really needs to switch to high-speed internet.

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    29 Jul 2019

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    “What do you want, angel?” Crowley asks before Aziraphale is even properly in the room.

    “Hullo my dear,” Aziraphale sounds cheery but also awfully worried, “I hadn’t seen you since - well, since-” Since they’d swapped bodies back; since Crowley had turned tail and ran from St. James’s Park like the Devil himself had been on his heels.

    (in which Crowley and Aziraphale do not dine at the Ritz after that nasty business with Heaven and Hell, and Crowley has an existential crisis instead)

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    28 Jul 2019

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    God should not have built them with such discrepancy, made them need for love, and long for wholeness, then left them to their own devices.

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    28 Jul 2019

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    “Are you alright? What’s all this about then?”

    “Ah. Well. I might have slipped.”

    “Slipped?”

    “Took a bit of a tumble, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale said. “But, well. What’s done is done.”

    “What’s done - ?”

    “Now that I’m no longer beholden to a rather arbitrary moral code, I have to ask: Do you pay taxes? Actually, more importantly, do you think I can stop paying taxes now? That seems like a sufficiently demonic thing to do. Refusing to do my civic duty and whatnot. Quite devious, I’d argue.”

    This was, in hindsight, not the most sensitive way of breaking the news.

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    28 Jul 2019

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    Moriarty squints at him, and this time Sebastian actually does step back, raindrops running in icy trails down his back. He shudders, and Moriarty reaches out, lightning fast, to grab his wrist. Sebastian inhales sharply. "What-"

    "Moran." Moriarty's gloved hand is warm against his pulse. He's speaking slowly, as though Sebastian is an idiot. "Look at your fingertips."

    (Or, in which Sebastian slowly, quietly develops a hand tremor, as well as an infatuation with his psychopathic boss. As if one death warrant wasn't bad enough.)

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    21 May 2019