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  1. Public Bookmark 22

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    Crowley sits up with a gasp, his eyes flying open. He is met by a familiar pair of blue eyes, snow white hair, and a look of shock.

    Six thousand years and change come flooding back. Six thousand years and change plus ninety-six, ninety-six, a good half or more of those together, all in a jumble.

    They stare at each other as the jumble, no doubt echoed in those blue eyes, carefully sorts itself, and the shock quickly morphs into joy.

    “Angel,” Crowley breathes.

    --

    They meet again in the same place they said goodbye.

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    16 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    What if their happy ending didn't have to end with the canon ending? (Or: I took an idea from yet another post I saw online to write someone else's headcanon into a fix-it so we can all heal from that finale.)

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    15 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

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    Anthony J. Crowley, a talented virtuoso violinist finally makes the move west to Nightingale Bay, Oregon after escaping a simultaneously promising yet toxic life at Elysian Conservatory of Music in New York City.

    Aziraphale Z. Fell is Eastern Gate University’s friendly and talented piano professor and symphony conductor.

    Let's see how that goes, shall we?

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    13 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 57

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    “Crowley, I’m so… it hurts,” Aziraphale manages between shuddering breaths. “Please, I… I need…”

    Even if Crowley hadn't spent every waking moment of his existence (and many of the slumbering ones) attuning himself to Aziraphale's desires, he would be acutely aware of what Aziraphale needs right now.

    It's jammed against his thigh.


    On a beach outing, Crowley has a clever plan to share an intimate moment with Aziraphale. This plan, of course, goes off without a hitch.

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    05 Oct 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 47

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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