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  1. Public Bookmark 61

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    Aziraphale and Crowley spend 6,000 years muddling (fucking) through the intricacies of corporeality together.

    Finished work.

    PLEASE NOTE they break up for ONE chapter and IMMEDIATELY get back together in the next one, I’m revealing the plot of my own fic because I’m so destroyed by S2 E6. Feel free to make the comment section your therapy space if you also need to cry a lot

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    24 Jan 2026

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    “You’re the prettiest person I know,” Warlock insists, and puts his arms around her.
    She’s reluctant before holding him back.
    “Oh, my dear boy…”
    And she sounds like herself again.

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    23 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    Aziraphale receives a gift from heaven. He decides to pass it on.

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    23 Jan 2026

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    Crowley reaches up to touch the painting, to brush his fingertips along the lithe form of the woman’s bare arm, down the curve of her hip. He hums noncommittally.

    “You looked so lovely that day,” Aziraphale says, slipping an arm around Crowley’s waist and leaning his head against Crowley’s shoulder. Warmth seeps into Crowley everywhere they touch. “Of course, I always think you’re lovely.”

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    23 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 9

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    On Sundays, Crowley ran the bookshop. Or more accurately… on Sundays, Crowley ran customers out of the bookshop. It was good to cause some mayhem on Sundays, he reasoned.
    But the real reason he did it was because Aziraphale asked him. Not with words. Never with words, it seemed. Turns out some things were too holy for Sundays. But he’d asked him nonetheless.

    And every Sunday since then, he’d arrived at 8am sharp, and Aziraphale had handed him the rope.

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    OR some domestic fluff in the form of early morning bondage & quiet time. Consensual, ace, non-sexual. <3

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    20 Jan 2026