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    Crowley takes the offered hand in his. He rotates it so it’s palm up. Slides two fingers underneath the leather glove, lifting the edge to reveal a snatch of pale wrist. Stroking the skin with his thumb, he follows the blue veins down until they disappear beneath the frilled shirt sleeve. He’d like to trace that lifeline with his tongue. Unfortunately, there's propriety to consider. Crowley peels the glove back and sneaks a chaste kiss on the heart of the man’s palm.

    There—the faint rustle of a long, trembling breath.


    Two strangers (not really) have a chance (or perhaps not-so-chance) encounter at a masquerade ball.

    Maybe this time, things will be different.

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  2. Public Bookmark 34

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    Black. White. Black.

    There's a strip of pale skin visible between the bottom of Crowley’s turtleneck and the top of his jeans. Just enough space to fit the width of Aziraphale's little finger.

    Crowley has draped himself across the length of their sofa in a long-limbed sprawl, his head pillowed on Aziraphale's thighs while he naps. A typical Sunday afternoon pose. Aziraphale's hand—the one not holding his book—rests on Crowley's hip. His fingers twitch, drawn towards the gap between the edges of Crowley's clothes.


    While lazing on a Sunday afternoon, Aziraphale takes care of Crowley.

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    21 Mar 2025

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    14 Mar 2025

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    “Crowley.”

    “Angel.”

    “What's wrong?”

    Crowley fidgets. “You can be really annoying sometimes, you know that." Aziraphale holds his silence. “I’m not… hurt.”

    “But you,” Aziraphale starts, then bites his lip. “You keep… flinching. Is it—has it always…?”

    “What?” Crowley’s face is really so lovingly expressive. “No! No, you—you’re fine. It’s me.”

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale says, exasperated, “explain.”

    “I, er, drank some poison. On accident.”

    “Oh! You should have told me earlier! What is it—do you need—“

    “Aziraphale. I’m not dying. But I,” and he swallows, and falls silent again.

    “Would you like me to guess?”

    “No! How would that be helpful? No.”

    “Well what is it then?”

    Crowley grumbles something. Aziraphale is quickly coming to the end of his very, very long, almost endless patience—he steps forward and grabs Crowley’s wrist and Crowley makes a noise.

    It all goes very still. Aziraphale stays frozen in place, staring at Crowley with wide eyes.

    “Are you,” he starts.

    “You’re not hurting me,” Crowley mumbles, his face in his hands. Aziraphale makes an inquisitive noise. “I said, you’re not hurting me.”

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    27 Jan 2025

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    Your new beginning starts here! Lying wholly within the South Downs National Park, the village of Wood’s Bottom is your destination for an idyllic retirement. This quaint hamlet is a short five miles away from the seaside resort of Brighton, with its vibrant array of shopping, culture, and leisure attractions. Boasting stunning landscape views, entirely average weather conditions, welcoming neighbours, and intimate rural charm, Wood’s Bottom is your opportunity to live the exceptionally normal and relaxing lifestyle you’ve always dreamed of.


    Aziraphale and Crowley have finally found their forever home after successfully ensuring there is still a “forever” to share. Surely they will integrate perfectly well amongst their new neighbours. Surely.

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    10 Jan 2025