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  1. Public Bookmark 23

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    Welcome back to the mortal plane.

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    A companion mini-fic to Vanmec's new art piece, which you can cry over here: https://vanmec.tumblr.com/post/702548692581892096/welcome-back-to-the-mortal-plane-my-socials

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    04 Dec 2022

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  2. Public Bookmark 26

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    Crowley reeled backwards, catching himself against the wall. In a voice barely above a whisper, he asked, “You love me?”

    Aziraphale looked back with wide eyes. He let out a scoff that could only be one of pure surprise. “Of course I do, Crowley, you know that!”

    Oh, Crowley thought. “No, I didn’t know that.”

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    16 Sep 2023

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    For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

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    17 Oct 2023

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    “You’re in a bit of a mood tonight.” The angel observes, hand already settling on Crowley’s shoulder. Crowley’s arm wraps around his lower back and he shuffles them from between the coffee table and the couch, already starting up a slow sway.

    Crowley thinks of the plants outside.

    The honeysuckle had been particularly proud of itself today, especially when Crowley had plucked a blossom and twisted it around his fingers, rolling it slowly.

    “Maybe a bit.” Crowley allows, and presses his nose to Aziraphale’s temple. He smells faintly of ozone and a bit of a sea breeze.

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    A tender night in South Downs.

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    07 Nov 2023

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