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    Crowley is a pining mess in the South Downs Cottage. He finds something close to solace, close to kinship, in the strange things in the depths of the sea.

    Aziraphale pulls him to shore.

    And presses him against a garden wall.

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    "Do you remember? I do. The wash of this. That’s what water does, it erodes over time. This love of you, it’s shaped me into something else. I open and this thing I have for you rushes in like a tide, eager and saltbright and powerful. It happened slow, over millennia, but it’s never not been happening, not since I met you."

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    23 Aug 2026

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    This has to be one of the most poetic fics I’ve read. A beautiful nod to “Salinity…” but with its own exquisite personality. Heavy on the pining at first, melancholic, beautiful with the metaphors, then a gorgeous love confession and then - unbelievably hot ending (beginning❤️)

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    Professor Anthony, astrophysicist and author extraordinaire, got everything he ever wanted in life.

    What about the demon Crowley?


    Just this once, Crowley promised himself, reaching out with one hand and pushing it through the cool, thin film of reality. Just one little teensy time, and then he would be done. He’d promised he wouldn’t, but just once. Once couldn’t hurt.

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    21 Aug 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 5

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    Crowley goes to IKEA. It goes as well as can be expected.

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    11 Aug 2026

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    “Oh, you sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, love of my life plank of wood.”

    “I suppose I’ve been called worse.”

    “Not you. I found the shelves.

    ❤️❤️❤️

  4. Public Bookmark 59

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    “How long do you think you could last without having an orgasm?”

    Crowley, who had been peacefully enjoying his coffee, splayed out on Aziraphale’s couch for the first few hours of the morning, suddenly sat up straight and spat the contents out of his mouth in a dramatic burst.

    “What?!”

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    04 Aug 2026

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    I’m NOT losing this fic again 😮‍💨

  5. Public Bookmark 18

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    There’s a reason they don’t touch, unbeknownst to Aziraphale. His grace, skin consecrated with God’s love, is holy fire, pure white flame. With every touch, Crowley can’t stop himself from chasing the sun, longing to burn, to feel something.

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    04 Aug 2026

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    I love it ❤️ and how could you now when this paragraph exists?

     

    “I would have you in an instant, in this church, in the depths of hell or pressed against the gates of heaven itself. I would do anything to touch you, every single inch of you”