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    Now apparently my multifandom series about clothing kinks sweet jesus what is my life

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    And his body was to be His kingdom,
    The hills and valleys
    To be governed by him alone;
    And each corner of the land
    Sung praises to his touch,
    For he was a benevolent ruler,
    One free of selfish indulgence;
    He was to be His kingdom,
    And he as the King
    Served his Kingdom

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    They'd been a united front for months now. And there had been no physicality. Beyond the trifle of blood donation, every three days or so. They had just been allies. No barely restrained lust, no bedroom eyes, none of the usual signs Astarion got when one of his marks were falling for the act, falling for him. But now the road ahead was dappled in sunlight, and Halsin had asked to speak to him alone, and Astarion could see it.

    The longing. The loneliness. The want to be close in any form. It was foreign in some ways, cripplingly familiar in others. Halsin wanted him now.

    It was touching. Astarion would be touched. If only he didn't hate that.

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    24 May 2024

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    Aziraphale and Crowley have been living among humans for 6000 years, but there have always been parts of the human experience they've chosen to avoid (like allergies, head colds, and having to use the loo).

    They've also never let hormones get in the way of making rational decisions, because they didn't have any hormones to speak of.

    That's all about to change.

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    07 Sep 2022

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    After he’d Fallen, he’d fetched up against the bare earth on the basement level (no office space yet, but it wasn’t all boiling sulfur so the others were using words like “potential” and “good bones” before you could say “eternally damned”), hair singed, surrounded by the smell of burning feathers. He remembered realizing he couldn’t breathe- his body had still been shocked and still- before he even really knew what breathing was. He’d panicked, not knowing what this thing was that his body seemed to need so desperately, only knowing that he did need it, he needed it now, but he couldn’t get it, and that was unbearable.

    This was like that. The angel’s scent was the turning of a blank page, a painting rendered in a colour palette Crawly had never seen. And now he could never not see it, never be able to unsee the shifting and wonderful complexity of it; his life would be divided into the time before he’d smelled it, and the time after. He gave a deep shudder as he breathed him in, knowing, knowing that he would need it now, he would crave it, and he couldn’t keep it. Would probably never smell it again.

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    30 Aug 2022

  4. Public Bookmark 70

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    “I lived in Soho for two hundred years and I didn’t sleep until you and I became involved. You can’t possibly think I spent every night reading books. But Crowley... I need to understand the motivation behind it for you. Because it’s not just putting a little ‘slap’ into our slap and tickle, I know it isn’t. It goes deeper than that.”

    Crowley collapsed backwards on the bed and ran a hand through his hair, groaning. “I should have known you wouldn’t be happy with just spanking me and leaving the deep-seated issues alone.”

     

    Crowley wants to try baking for Aziraphale, competition style. His only request is for Aziraphale to judge his effort honestly and not pull any punches. Or smacks with the spatula, as the case may be.

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    28 Aug 2022

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    After the end-of-the-world that wasn't, Aziraphale is in a brand new body... for the very first time.
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    Aziraphale's tongue was all tied up, and although words had come easily to him all his life, he felt in that moment he’d never said a single one that mattered. He’d nattered about good and evil, books and plays and wars and righteousness, gorillas and whales and all manner of irreverent things, but he’d never told anyone that he—

     “I love you,” he blurted out. Ah, that hadn’t been so hard after all. “I love you, and I’d be very grateful if you’d bugger me into next week, if you’re willing, I’ve waited ages and it would help me feel ever so much more settled in my skin.” Oh dear. The new body needed some work on impulse control.

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    28 Aug 2022