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  1. Public Bookmark 16

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    A nice and accurate prophecy of the season following the parting ways of an angel and his demon—if such an Ineffable Plan were written by a benevolent God….

    In this tale, the Second Coming looms large. As the effort to thwart Heaven’s wiles is complicated by unexpected friends, an ex-Inspector Constable, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find that navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon.

    There is an outcome where the Nightingales sing in Berkeley Square. The angels just need each other—and maybe a little help—to find it.

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    13 Nov 2025

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    “Dream,” he says carefully, sitting down on the coffee table across from him. It’s new to him still, this name. Pulled from his stranger’s hoarse throat on their way out of the manor. Dream. His poor friend.

    Dream looks up at him. His expression is guarded. Wounded. “I owe you,” he says, in his low, sibilant voice, “a boon.”

    As a reward for his rescue, Dream offers Hob what he's always wanted most. Dream himself.

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    13 Jul 2025

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    So much passion in this, and the rituals are SO intricate

  3. Public Bookmark 96

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    (Former title: Like a Fish out of Holy Water)

     

    Aziraphale and Crowley make a bet on who can live “like a human” the longest. Apparently that includes dating - how convenient for the both of them!
    If only they had paid any attention to how humans live! But what can you do when, for the past 6000 years, you only had eyes for each other?

    Meanwhile, the actual humans around our lovebirds are torn between having to suffer through their shenanigans and enjoying the absurd romcom that is unfolding in front of them.

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    02 Feb 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    deliciously funny, i want to quote every paragraph, but also so charmingly THEM. a masterpiece

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    Post-season-two. Crowley's moping, Aziraphale wants to fix things, and turns out, there's enough blame to go around.

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    “You’re being ridiculous.”

    Crowley very nearly falls over.

    Like, actually. He very nearly loses balance for no reason at all and tumbles to the sidewalk next to his car. He’s been playing Aziraphale’s voice in his head for weeks, he’s been trying very hard to drown out the sound of it, in fact, and now suddenly, abruptly—

    “What are you doing here,” is all he can think to say. He whirls around, and there he is. On Crowley’s right, standing there like he’d never left. Where he belongs, Crowley’s mind helpfully supplies. He wishes he could punch himself in the brain, knock the thoughts right on out of there.

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    22 Jan 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    crowley finds he can’t enter the bookshop anymore, angst over the news of aziraphale’s “death”, lovely sentences

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    After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley gets on with things. He reads one of Aziraphale’s favorite books. Every now and then, Aziraphale calls from Heaven. Sometimes they even talk.

    Crowley awoke later that night to the sound of his telephone ringing. He fell out of his armchair, stomped over to the phone, and picked it up. “Muriel?”

    “Who? Oh, no.” A pause. “Crowley? Is that you?”

    It wasn’t Muriel. “The one and only,” Crowley said stupidly.

    There was a long silence. “Oh,” said Aziraphale on the other end, at last.

    “You sound very surprised about that for someone who called me.”

    “I thought I would get your answering machine.” Aziraphale sounded quite far away, farther than usual when they spoke on the phone. Perhaps Heaven’s connection wasn’t very good.

    “Well, you’ve got me,” Crowley said, without thinking about it.

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    05 Jan 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Crowley reads the remains of the day