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    He wakes to off-key humming. He can’t recognise the tune, but he’d know the voice anywhere, of course, and he tilts his head to watch Aziraphale spreading out a tartan blanket beneath the tree.

    His angel shades his eyes with a hand and peers up through the leaves. When he sees Crowley, he smiles.

    “There you are.”

     

    (A soft slice of South Downs life for my dearest Pyracantha, with love.)

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    13 May 2021

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    SO DAMN SOFT JSHWIJBDWBRQIPBGRU9[QBTBQ[EHUQEHUHUHAARRGGHGHG

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    Crowley sometimes doubts why Aziraphale loves him. The angel has many reasons why, and he finds a way to make sure Crowley finds them, and understands.

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    16 Apr 2021

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    ALL THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF (playing cards)

  3. Public Bookmark 76

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    His love goes in cycles, a constant circle; a serpent biting its tail.

    “Where do you go?” Crowley asks.
    “When?”
    “Sometimes you get a look on your face like you’re somewhere else.”
    “Do I? I’m terribly sorry.” He turns over and kisses him. “I’m with you, my dear. Always you.”

    Six thousand years is a long time to watch the world ache.

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    14 Apr 2021

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    Comfort fic

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    He knows Aziraphale wonders about it, sometimes. The snake.

    Crowley’s always careful with it. He’s always careful to make it seem like it should be impressive, to posture and pose and tease; or else he’s careful to make it seem like a joke, to fill it to the brim with bravado and confidence until it’s practically sour on his own tongue, laughing and showing off.

    He doesn’t ever say that he’s afraid, afterwards, and there’s not really much else to be said.

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    08 Apr 2021

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    a lot of self reflection. Read this when in need of warmth.

  5. Public Bookmark 46

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    Aziraphale was gone. Not gone from the bed, or gone for pastries. Not stepped out for a few, just gone.

    Crowley closed his eyes, reaching past his flesh through the material world. There was no one in the shop. Humans crowded the street outside, bright sparks in their brief mortal cloaks; he flowed around them, reaching out, searching. No angel.

    Crowley snapped back into his body already fighting down panic. His angel (my angel, he thought, possessively. Mine.) was competent and strong. He was okay. Clearly, he'd just... popped out somewhere. Somewhere out of this plane. Without saying anything. To somewhere that wanted to kill him....

    Panic was winning.

    (Or, when Aziraphale disappears Crowley has to find a way to bring him home and, once he comes home, bring him home again.)

    (fic is finished, will be posted a chapter a day until I get bored and dump all the rest at once.)

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    01 Apr 2021