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  1. Public Bookmark 12

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    Siberia, 1847
    "Crowley had been a serpent, and with that came some disadvantages. For example: his eyes had slitted pupils, forcing him to cover them with dark lenses so as not to blow his cover on Earth. He tended to walk with a slithery gait, almost as if he had not gotten used to having so many joints in areas other than his skull. And while his human form was not exactly cold blooded, it certainly did not react well to colder temperatures."

    After a bad reaction with the cold, Crowley has an odd epiphany.

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    17 Sep 2019

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    Aziraphale didn't know how he'd managed to find Crowley

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    12 Sep 2019

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    In which Crowley sleeps in unusual places, Aziraphale is baffled, and post-apocalyptic Christmases go better than expected.

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    12 Sep 2019

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    Aziraphale’s mouth quirks deeper into a frown. “Then why are you on the floor, my dear?”

    “Napping,” Crowley responds easily, grateful that his large round glasses still covered his eyes. His chest and arm are flaring up in pain, the agony like thousands of fiery needles shooting through his nerves.

    1967. 14 hours, 37 minutes, and 38 seconds since Aziraphale had given Crowley a thermos full of holy water. Not that anyone is counting.

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    09 Sep 2019

  5. Public Bookmark 42

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    "That was his routine, after all. Anytime the angel touched him, he mentally flogged himself for the past six thousand years of pining and drowned himself in alcohol. Aziraphale had taken his hand that afternoon on the park bench. A handshake to switch back, a too-soft look at the Ritz, and Crowley had ended up a snake wedged between a chair and a hard place.

    Imagine what sort of state he’d be in, later, what with Aziraphale clinging to him like that. Not that he wasn’t savoring every second of it."


    Or, the one where Crowley is a self-hating idiot who doesn't know that Aziraphale loves him.

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    05 Sep 2019

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