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    Warlock changes tactics.

    "Brother Francis said a swear yesterday."

    Nanny pauses.

    "Did he now?"

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    30 Jul 2019

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    Aziraphale follows the sound, silently, to the door of the sitting room where he sees them. Ashtoreth - Crowley - holding a sleeping, months-old anti-christ in the most gentle of hands and pillowed against her perfectly pressed bloused. She sways slightly as she sings, her lips brushing the downy hairs at the child's temple, her eyes hooded low. Every now and then, the child fusses and squirms, and Crowley readjusts him slightly in her arms with practiced ease.

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    29 Jul 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 70

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    Crowley can't take compliments. Aziraphale decides to shower him in them.

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    25 Jul 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 24

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    This is the beginning of my new collection of short pieces for the ineffable husbands post-(not)apocalypse in their new cottage together on the South Downs. They're both enjoying their semi-retirement (and each other) quite a lot.
    There will be a lot of explicit content in here, but also plenty of fluff and even some angst sprinkled in, so please enjoy!

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    - Pull My Hair And Call Me Your Love
    - Snow Days
    - The Love Light In Your Eyes

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    22 Jul 2019

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    Aziraphale isn't staring on purpose, but Crowley's chosen forms have always been utterly enchanting, even when he'd been appreciating them solely from an aesthetic standpoint. The body he's inhabited since the turn of the nineteenth century is one of Aziraphale's favorites: the golden eyes and pointed incisors have accompanied him unfailingly from one corporation to the next, of course, as have the serpentine brand and the fiery red tresses, but this particular body seems tailor-made just for him. The bony angles of his collarbones and shoulders, the sharpness of his wrists; the sinuous curve of his spine, the delicate ribs that number far more than a human's; the subtle iridescence of scales at the base of his throat and along his sides, sensitive to the merest brush; the slim breadth of his hips, tiny enough to fit in Aziraphale's handspan; the smooth, pale thighs, parted just so --

    [Categorized under both GO tags because it contradicts nothing from the book and only one thing from the show; and, to be completely frank, there isn't enough characterization to be found in this piece to truly build an argument about which side it might potentially fall on.]

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    22 Jul 2019