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  1. Public Bookmark 19

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    Aziraphale furnished him with what was a somewhat lovely single malt Scotch, which Crowley wasted by swallowing down until it burned his throat. “Dagon. You have Dagon in your shop. Aziraphale, my oldest and best enemy, I go away for just a few decades, and you summon my line manager? You—you—"

    Aziraphale looked a little guilty.

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    Crowley finds out that perhaps napping for a century isn't completely without consequences. One of the consequences is apparently finding himself courting an angel who is incomprehensibly attached to the Lord of the Files and Master of Torments. Love is a worse torment than even Dagon could dream up.

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    27 Nov 2019

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  2. Public Bookmark 39

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    Aziraphale said the fuck word, and Crowley tries to convince him to say it again. He succeeds, but at what cost? (Can something be called a Cost if it's so enjoyable?) AKA Crowley's witty rejoinders get him into trouble, but it's the kind of trouble he has no complaints about.

    Inspired be a piece of fanart I'll add credit for ASAP, just need to find it again. Feel free to link it in the comments if you know which one I'm referring to.

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    25 Nov 2019

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  3. Public Bookmark 18

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    It was funny how one little innocuous comment could throw everything out of balance. Years of carefully crafted walls, millennia of holding the other well past arms length. And yet, somehow, it was a normal human, some insignificant blip on the radar of the universe, that sent it all crashing down around their ears.

    “You two make a lovely couple.”

    In the wake of preparing for the upcoming apocalypse, Aziraphale is forced to confront feelings he had buried for far too long.

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    24 Nov 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 71

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    "Come here," said Crawly, beckoning. "I'll give you a lift."

    "Really?" Aziraphale asked, brightening. "That would be wonderful — you're too kind."

    "Don't say that."

    "Oh, of course — um — I'm sure you're very dastardly, forcing an angel to be indebted to you."

    Crawly looked Aziraphale up and down. He hadn't been thinking of favors. He'd been more preoccupied by how Aziraphale's sodden robes clung to his chest and back, the white fabric turned translucent by the rain.


    It's been rather more than seven days since creation; Crawly and Aziraphale take advantage of the fact that Heaven hasn't had a chance to invent anti-sodomy laws yet.

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    04 Nov 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 50

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    Crowley acts out Aziraphale's Victorian-era fantasy of taking a rent boy home for the night. Their little game includes costumes, champagne, dirty talk and explicit sex!
    TW: Very brief and very vague mention of imagined violence. There is no actual violence in the plot of the fic itself! Just two supernatural beings lovingly living out a kinky fantasy.

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    04 Nov 2019

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