AliuIce0814



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  2. Summary

    Frank Castle's life with SHIELD, the porn studio, and with Joan, his Miss. Based on Not_You's "She Who Must Be Obeyed."

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  1. Public Bookmark 10

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    A little more time trickles by, sand in the hourglass, when a new scent twines through the woodsmoke.
    Aziraphale’s head snaps up. He knows the scent and his heart skips a beat. Perfume. A particular perfume. Something dark and alluring and worn by only one person.
    A new sound mingles with time and heat, the tap-tap-tap of heels in the hall.
    Oh, Lord, Aziraphale thinks, taking a gulping breath. He knows, he knows, what part of the surprise must entail.

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    22 Sep 2019

  2. Public Bookmark 12

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    The small box is sitting on the table like an unexploded bomb.
    Crowley takes his time making his coffee. He has one of those fancy machines now that does it for him, but he waits until every last drop is in the cup before he turns around and looks across the kitchen, towards table, box and angel.
    “It’s not going to bite you,” he says, amused.

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    21 Sep 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    “Good.” There’s a hitch in Crowley’s voice. “Want to try something new?”
    Aziraphale frowns as he carries the telephone back over to the couch, setting it on the small table, beside his latest unpacked books. “New?”
    “Yeah. Bit… different.”
    Curiouser and curiouser. “I suppose we could try?”
    Crowley gives one of those soft, nervous, giddy laughs. Ahh. That kind of thing. “All right…” His voice changes pitch and tone. “What are you wearing?”
    Aziraphale glances down, bemused. “The same thing I was wearing when you left this morning, darling.”
    “Ugh…” Crowley groans impatiently. “No, no, no, angel. It’s…” He huffs again. “Okay, let me put it another way. Let’s say you want to get me home because you’re…. well… up for it. What would you say to get me interested?”

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    21 Sep 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 46

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    Crowley finds Aziraphale in the sitting room, not in his usual chair but on the couch. He is reclined, leaning back against the armrest, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out. No shoes, no jacket, sleeves rolled up, book propped open on his stomach. He smiles at Crowley. He looks damn near edible.

    He looks like bait.

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    19 Sep 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 78

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    And Aziraphale is realizing now, to its fullest, something he’s suspected for nearly as long as he’s known Crowley: the demon is no silver-tongued devil. He is no weaver of words, no smooth talker. It would fit in with his image, certainly— shouldn’t a man-shaped being dressed like an oilslick have speech just as dark and slippery— but there’s very little of either of them that’s as it ought to be, really.

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    19 Sep 2019