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    He hadn't known precisely what he was thinking, when he'd called Crowley yesterday. Of course Crowley couldn't come over. There were rules about that, as he'd pointed out. Aziraphale reflected that although most humans were indeed rather miserable right now, he was finding it personally refreshing to have human rules to follow. It reminded him very pleasantly of whose side he was on now.

    Naturally Crowley would suggest breaking the rules, the wily old serpent. But then he'd quite suddenly rung off, his velvety voice bidding Aziraphale good night after giving a sort of -- well, it wasn't an ultimatum, exactly. That wasn't Crowley's style at all. But. Well, everything was different.

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    04 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 62

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    “I can heal you,” Aziraphale spits out, desperate and anxious. “I can–”

    “No,” Crowley cuts him off, leaning forward over his knees with a grimace, elbows resting against his thighs as he properly looks at Aziraphale for the first time all evening. “You want to try and explain that to–” Crowley trails off, one long and spindly finger– still at just the wrong angle, bent sideways at the knuckle but slowly straightening as Aziraphale watches, his stomach turning– pointing upwards. “And even so, I have no desire to deal with downstairs if they catch wind of it.” With a recalcitrant shake of his head and another bitter breath of humorless laughter, his gaze returns to his glass. “It’s not worth the risk, angel,” he sighs as he brings it to his lips, draining the remnants in one go.

    You are, Aziraphale longs to say. You are worth everything. He keeps his cowardly tongue tucked carefully behind his teeth, too afraid of what it might mean to speak the words aloud. He hates himself for it.

    Sometime between losing the antichrist and the end of the world, Hell decided to enact some repercussions. Aziraphale picks up the pieces. Takes place during S1, no spoilers for S2.

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    04 Jun 2026

  3. Rec 47

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    "Crowley is no stranger to pain, he doesn’t really think a fallen angel can be what with the million light-year dive, the pool of boiling sulfur, the burning wings, and so on and so on. He’s chronically filled up with it just enough that it becomes a part of him, the aches he feels no more separated from him than his wings or his smirk or his terrible fondness for his car or his plants. Which is why it comes as such a shock how addled with it he becomes in the wake of Aziraphale’s leaving."

    A look into Crowley's life in the months following Aziraphale's leaving, how he processes it all and how they finally end up on the same page.

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    04 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 3

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    Crowley's never been known for making good decisions. The M25, Eden, womens' pants' pockets. So, after Aziraphale leaves, well. The decisions he makes aren't the best.
    They might be the last he ever makes.

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    03 Jun 2026

  5. Rec 22

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    Aziraphale’s quite huffy most nights now, though Crowley can’t particularly blame him. Tempting the anti-Christ into salvation would wear out any angel. By the time they’re out of costume and drunk in the bookstore, more than a few difficult quips have been exchanged between the two of them, insults and injuries that can only be hurled after a thousand years of knowing each other every way but Biblically. Crowley bites his tongue when he tries to apologize, knowing it’s not a demon’s place. Aziraphale, on the other hand, shows no remorse in his carefully crafted insults, stinging words that aren’t even meant to hurt, just remind Crowley of their ultimate divide that grows ever closer.

    Aziraphale guards the garden. Crowley sullies the life.

    He really hadn’t thought they’d throw the poor humans out over an apple of all things.

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