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    Gabriel was flexing the whip between his hands, all his teeth showing as he smiled. “No volunteers,” he said. “In that case, as Archangel and Aziraphale’s former commander, it will fall to me to administer the ritual. Aziraphale, do you-“

    “Wait.”

    Once again all eyes fell upon Crowley, but Aziraphale’s were the only ones he noticed. They were wide and startled and gravely concerned, but was that a touch of relief Crowley could see in there as well?

    “I’ll do it,” Crowley said. “If you consent to it, Aziraphale. I’ll help you with this…atonement.”

    He couldn’t quite keep the sarcasm out of the last word, but for Aziraphale’s sake he tried.

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    Once every century, all angels are required to perform a ritual of atonement. Aziraphale has always faced it alone, but this time he doesn't have to.

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    25 Sep 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    "Torture, Crowley mentally substituted but did not say. If Aziraphale needed to hide behind Heaven’s euphemisms for now, Crowley would let him."

  2. Rec 1

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    After the deleted bookshop scene. Gabriel is gone, but Aziraphale is newly aware that he could turn up at any moment.

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    22 Sep 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Instant headcanon!

  3. Rec 1

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    “They brought in the Nephilim. We can’t sneak past giants. We’ll get caught and thrown back on the front line. Unless…” Crawley's eyebrow raised.

    Furfur was scared to ask. “Unless?”

    “Little monkey in a waistcoat.”

    “No!” Furfur said, pitch shrill. “That’s your solution to everything, innit!"

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    22 Sep 2024

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    Crowley gets a (spicy) massage. Under duress.

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    “Crowley, you are in pain. You’ve been in pain all day. Just let me sort it out for you.”

     

    “I really don’t think your powers are designed to do that for me. It feels all… icky. Leaves a weird taste in my mouth when you use them on me.”

     

    “You could at least let me try!”

     

    “No way.”

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    01 Aug 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    "Oh, the thoughts Crowley had had about those hands. They’d make an angel blush. They’d make a demon blush. In fact, Crowley felt like he was blushing right now, in his bizarre towel face cave."

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    Or How Peter Parker systematically makes every single adult in his life look like idiots

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    11 Mar 2022

    Bookmarker's Notes

    I've reread this so many times. Its take on vigilantes is exactly my cup of tea, and it leans hard into whump without wallowing in angst. It's my comfort fic!