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    In which there is a drunken morning after, but unfortunately no one can remember the night before.

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    11 Aug 2020

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    No clothes, one sock

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    The one where Azira Fell (directly onto Crowley's dick, did not pass go, did not fill out the appropriate forms).

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    10 Aug 2020

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    Hilarious smut.

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    Friends with benefits really had to be the very best solution there was for any self-respecting immortal being on Earth. Handy. Convenient. The perfect way to de-stress with none of the hassle of trying to find a human willing to overlook the more demonic parts of appearance. It was reliable. Comforting even. Dependable, emotionless relief.

    Perfect, Crowley thought.

    Right up until the point when, well, it wasn’t.

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    10 Aug 2020

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    Just less than a year after the Ritz, Aziraphale and Crowley are living together in the South Downs, blissfully happy with their relationship and the shape of their new lives together. Things couldn't be better. So why is Aziraphale suddenly daydreaming about a different kind of relationship altogether?

    “I have an… affliction,” he said, trying very hard not to let the teacup rattle in its saucer. “An illness, you might say. It comes around now and then, and I’m afraid I very much need space and, and quiet to deal with it.”

    “What do you mean, an affliction,” Crowley said, relentlessly. “You’re an angel. You don’t get sick.”

    “I do, in fact,” Aziraphale said testily. “Not very often, and believe me, my dear, I’ve always made certain never to do so around you. But I can assure you that every century or so I come down with… these symptoms, and I know quite well by now what I need to do to recover.”

    “And you want me to leave?” Crowley said. “While you’re vulnerable? Just up and go--”

    “To London, yes. I’ve booked you a nice hotel, plenty of amusements. It really will only be a handful of days, a fortnight at the most, and then things can go back to normal.”

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    29 Jul 2020

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    A strange letter arrives at Crowley's Mayfair flat. Blank and unusual with nothing written inside. When he begins to feel peculiar after opening the letter, Crowley would rather sleep for a hundred years than to ever risk endangering Aziraphale.

    [A tale told in vignettes.]

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    28 Jul 2020

    Bookmarker's Notes

    All the fairytales