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    Aziraphale and Crowley live peacefully in the South Downs with the few children they have together. (very fluff oriented)

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    Two clammy hands cradle an empty bottle of heat suppressants like a corpse.

    He gives the bottle a meager little shake. Nothing rattles within.

    Panic settles in and Jisung jerks to life. He fights with the childproof cap—resorting to using the cuff of his sweater to help since his hands are useless—and stares, in disbelieving agony, into a barren bottle.

    The tears come on so quickly that he doesn’t even register a way to stop them before they’re rolling down his cheeks and landing on the label that he’s considered his religion for over 365 days.

    Take 2 pills 1x a day. Failure to do so will have immediate effects and could lead to flash heat(s).

    Or: Jisung’s suppressants run out on a bus. He starts panicking, until a quiet alpha switches seats and whispers, “Breathe. I’ve got you.”

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    05 Aug 2026

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    genuinely one of the best fics i’ve ever read. omegaverse, christmas, minsung? i felt like a kid in a candy store discovering this. this universe is extremely well written and 100% worth the read over and over and over again

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    Queer technology giant Anthony J. Crowley is just about ready to throw in the towel after relationship after relationship has failed, but there's a new barista at the company coffee shop and he's cute and sweet and Crowley's never been able to resist blond hair and blue eyes. The tabloids will have a field day, they always do, but his assistant is getting married and a temp is needed.

    A temp who really isn't very good at making complicated coffees, has past experience in reception, and absolutely no idea that the latest complicated coffee order came from the owner himself. Aziraphale only knows that he's handsome, patient, and was the first person who told him he was doing well.

    How could he refuse the temp position? Or, he soon discovers, more.

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    04 Nov 2024

  3. Public Bookmark 82

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    Crowley feels an incredulous laugh wing up out of her like a startled bird. “What’s ailing me this time?” she asks, reaching up to claw at her sodden veil hanging limply against her front. “There’s nothing left for you to fucking heal.”

    Aziraphale leans in closer, his face held only the careful breadth of two hands from her own, and merely presses through the strands of hair and strips of cloth still plastered to Crowley’s throat and chest like scarlet seaweed. His index finger lightly touches the discernible shape of her breastbone, and she simply sits there and lets him with her heart dashing itself to death underneath.

    “But there is,” he says softly before pulling his hand away again. “Just here.”

    Crowley tries to snarl but makes a withered sort of sound in the back of her throat instead. “You idiot,” she whispers, shaking all over now with cold and wrath and the blinded oblivion of her own despair. “You doddering old fool of an angel. How the hell do you think you’re going to heal that?

    “By holding you,” Aziraphale says, terribly simply. “If you’d let me.”

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    03 Jun 2024

  4. Public Bookmark 19

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    Aziraphale watched from the sunroom doors in awe as Crowley nursed their daughter right there in the middle of the garden, soothing her sadness away. It charmed him to no end to see Crowley drop everything to care for their daughter, not a second thought to anything but her happiness. Aziraphale knew this chance, this ability he hadn’t thought he’d be allowed, was something Crowley cherished immensely. He could see it in the way Crowley leaned his head back against the tree and let the sunlight wash over his face, the way he looked down to where Eve drew from his body, gently smoothing his hand over her auburn curls. The way a beautifully unguarded and proud smile split across his face, one for nobody but himself.

     

    A story of Crowley's relationship to breastfeeding, self-worth, and what it means to his and Aziraphale's family, told in a 5+1 format. M Rating is a precaution only, fic is 99.9% SFW!

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    30 Dec 2023