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    A post-canon Hannigram fix-it fic.

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    30 Jun 2024

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    Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale never knows quite what to say.

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    11 Feb 2022

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    Now, though, Adora was on top of her, and her chest heaved in a way that was decidedly not sleepy. She pleaded with Catra with her eyes, then her words, “Please, I just-” before cutting off, not knowing what to even ask for.

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    30 Jun 2020

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    "Look, the whole of London's cracking up," she told him. "I'm finding it hard enough to work as it is without my commute being screwed up by the buses going on strike, and half my books turning into birds. That angel is wrecking everything, but in particular, my life - and you're too busy hating yourself to open your eyes and deal with it. I'm telling you, it has to stop."

    "Is that all still happening?" Crowley said vaguely. "But I found him."

    "Oh my God, you can tell you don't commute," Anathema said. "The buses went on strike, Mr. Crowley."

    "That's perfectly normal for London. You'll learn."

    "You're not listening! Not the drivers, the buses. They're organising - meeting in secret, holding little candlelight vigils. Nobody else really knows what's going on - everyone's just assuming it's, like, general TfL incompetence or something - but it's only a matter of time. So what are you going to do about it?"

    "Er... have they submitted a list of their demands?" Crowley said helplessly.

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    30 Dec 2019

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    Aziraphale awoke with a buzzing in his head. A slight pain behind his temples forced a groan out of his mouth as he sat up. He looked around and found himself on the bed in his small quarters above his shop, wearing his beloved tartan pajamas. Surprised he looked at his nightstand where he spotted two objects that usually were not there: A cup of tea, miraculously at perfect drinking temperature, and a simple note saying „Stay in bed, I‘ll be right back“. It was Crowley‘s handwriting so instinctively he thought about obeying the words since Crowley usually knew what was best in any situation. But then again, Aziraphale had trouble remembering what exactly the situation was.

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    06 Nov 2019