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Crowley trans flag



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    Crowley is untethered. Aziraphale knows how to secure a knot. (He’s read many books on the subject, after all).

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    15 Nov 2019

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    Aziraphale puts his hand on top of Crowley’s and Crowley can feel the blood drain from his head. His face feels hot and his eyeballs hurt and the room starts to close in. The last thing Crowley knows is the sensation of his knees hitting the floor as he slithers out of his chair.

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    12 Nov 2019

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    “You’re meant to be tempting, you know,” Aziraphale says, voice very quiet, and Crowley swallows very hard.
    Crowley says, “You always did it better.”

    (After the switching bodies business there are several Revelations.)

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    31 Oct 2019

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    Not you.
    I know what You smell like.

    /ˈinˌsens/

    1. a gum, spice, or other substance that is burned for the sweet smell it produces.
    2. make (someone) very angry.

    Aziraphale asks Crowley to help him pick out a new suit. Crowley may not be ready to deal with the unexpected aftereffects of the ineffable body-swap, but the Bentley has her own ideas.

    A get-together fic laced with scent memories.

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    30 Oct 2019

  5. Rec 18

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    Oh, Lord. He shouldn’t have turned around. The summer has driven Crowley out of his pyjamas. More often than not, he sleeps in shorts or nothing at all. But he never– Aziraphale can’t recall a time– it’s not–
    “Is that… my shirt?”
    Crowley peers down as if he – oh dear Jesus – not, he – she hadn’t noticed. “Oh. Yeah.” She gives him a drowsy grin. “It was on the end of the bed.”

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    23 Sep 2019