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  1. Public Bookmark 57

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    In the meantime, they’d have their familiar dance; trips to museums and galleries, promenades through the park, evenings in the shop where the world went golden and giddy at the edges.

    Six thousand years, he’d gone without Crowley kissing him. He’d go another six if it meant giving Crowley the world instead.

    [Aziraphale and Crowley have rekindled their old friendship, which is all they want from each other now that the world hasn't ended. Absolutely nothing more. Nothing at all.]

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    12 Feb 2026

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    When Crowley opens the hotel room door and gets a full look at the dom he's hired, his first very uncharitable thought is that this is never going to work.

    It's the beaming smile, the untidy mop of cherubic curls, the rather twee outfit. There's an overall aesthetic of a kindly, gay caricature from a vintage greeting card come to life, and nothing about that lines up with the sort of person Crowley's successfully gone under for before.

    His second thought is that he knows a lot bloody better than to judge someone's ability to dominate him by looks alone, and that he's only being such a hypocritically judgmental dick because his anxiety's got him doomsdaying everything again—which is why he's hired someone to help him achieve his own version of meditation in the first place.

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    Crowley's anxiety is interfering with his kink life so badly that he decides to hire a professional dom to help get him into subspace. It goes horribly until it goes absolutely amazing.

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    12 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 50

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    Aziraphale felt in every part of him, in the movement of Crowley’s lips, his hands in his hair, he felt the same sentiment that had been brewed by Crowley into a hundred cups of tea, poured into a hundred wine glasses:
    I know how you like it.
    Crowley slipped a tongue between his lips, sweet, decadent, irresistible, and it made Aziraphale’s whole body seem to hum.
    Thank you, dear, this is just how I like it.

     

    (it's a classic "you can stay at my place if you like" fic, like bread & butter for gomens smut <3)

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    08 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 94

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    Crowley lost his sight at twenty-nine. He lost his boyfriend, his career, his will to live. Eighteen months later, he's barely surviving – counting hours until he can drink himself to sleep.

    His neighbour Muriel thinks they're friends. They're wrong. But somehow, they've convinced him to attend a party thrown by the new downstairs neighbour, Aziraphale.
    Reluctantly, he goes. And then he hears a voice that makes him want to be alive again.

    Which is terrifying. Wanting something means risking everything. And Crowley has already lost too much.

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    07 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 17

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    Somewhere outside the Jeep lay the smoking wreckage of the Bentley and the distinct possibility that Hell was still very displeased with him, but inside there was music and celebration and Aziraphale.

    Crowley wished it could last forever.

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    11 Dec 2025