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    “Let’s get lunch,” Crowley said, sauntering into the bookshop one October afternoon, his hair a little windswept and his cheeks a little pink from the chill, “what do you think, Le Café du Marché?”

    Whatever it was that was waiting to give inside Aziraphale’s chest snapped like a twig. He didn’t even like French food.

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale said, setting down his book with an argumentative slap. “You don’t even like French food.”

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    The world hadn’t ended, which was all well and good. If only this had. This, of course, being lunch.

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    26 Dec 2021

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    It’s more about motel rooms than chapels. The prophet of the Lord is an alcoholic who struggles to keep afloat—God doesn’t have time to drag every hack writer out of the gutter, you know? And the angels are more willing to kill than either of them had expected. Dean thinks they’re supposed to have fluffy wings and Sam thinks they’re supposed to be wheels of eyes with incomprehensible power, and it turns out they have trench coats.

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    25 Dec 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 45

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    "I prayed to you, Cas, every night."

    "I know."

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    25 Dec 2021

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    You don’t have to do this, you know, Crowley said, somewhere around Aziraphale’s stomach. His hand was rough around the hem of Aziraphale’s jumper, tugging a little, like he was trying to convince himself to let go. I’m fine on my own.

    I know. Aziraphale touched carefully—he was learning how to touch, like this—searching out the place right above Crowley’s left eyebrow where the migraine lived, pressing on it. You don’t have to be, though. You can just consider me a side effect.

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    24 Dec 2021

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    This is made up entirely of self-indulgent ineffable husbands fluff. A demon and an angel fall in love and decide to take on the monumental task of living together in a cottage by the sea.

    Formerly Known as "The Cottage, the Husbands," but this is not a gender binary household.

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    19 Dec 2021