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  1. Public Bookmark 72

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    “I think it’s time we try and do the thing,” is what Crowley says, when the words finally wing up out of him one morning.

    “Do what, dear?” Aziraphale asks as he takes a scrubbing brush to the skillet they’d made eggs in. Behind them, Dove is smearing oatmeal and a bit of scramble around her highchair tray, blabbing good-naturedly in her little singsong voice while morning sunlight slants in just enough to make her strawberry hair shine like rose gold.

    “You know,” Crowley grunts, drying an antique porcelain plate with a particular furor that makes it consider breaking, though it wouldn’t dare so much as chip with the angel in the room. “Uh. Try again—for a baby. But swapped ‘round a bit so I do all the cooking.”

    Aziraphale calmly keeps up with his washing, though a little smile plays around his mouth and then gradually grows a bit wider. “Ah,” he says all too knowingly, which makes Crowley’s stomach lurch. “I’d been wondering when you’d feel ready to bring that up again.”

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    30 Jun 2026

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    It's sometime later, still dark or maybe dark again, when the door to his flat opens. He wakes, startles, then whimpers. Every tiny movement feels like the knives are still hacking away at him. Where was their cold efficiency then? No, they'd wanted him to suffer. They'd succeeded.

    "Oh." That voice again, and in the room this time. Crowley would weep, but he's not sure when he last stopped. "Oh," Aziraphale says again, "oh, Crowley."

    "They took them," Crowley moans, pitiful even to his own ears. "They took my wings."

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    19 Jun 2026

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    After being dosed with demonic sex pollen that leads to a long-term condition, Crowley turns to Aziraphale for help again, and again, and again.

    Originally written for this kink meme prompt.

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    16 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 91

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    Aziraphale and Crowley try something new, with an artistic flair, in the effort to help Crowley manage his raging self-loathing issues.

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    14 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 85

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    "You're going to be the first of many new things, kiddo."

    Apparently talking to one's gravid stomach was something humans did. Couldn't be much different from screaming at houseplants, and no more difficult.

    (A random assortment of POVs following Aziraphale and Crowley as they prepare to welcome - and eventually welcome - a new addition to their family)

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    13 Jun 2026