SpectrallyDistracted

A carnivale mask



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  1. Summary

    Works in this series came into existence by playing a game of Ping Pong Writing with different co-authors.

    The rules and description of how the game works is also part of this series.

    Some stories are finalised, some are ongoing matches.

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  1. Public Bookmark 20

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    It is thirty-six point seven degrees Celsius and climbing, and Aziraphale and Crowley have lived together for five years, and everything is completely fine.

    (It is not fine.)

    Crowley stops wearing shirts. Aziraphale stops coping. They drag a mattress onto the balcony, eat strawberries in the dark, and somewhere around two in the morning, under a London sky that is too warm and too honest, five years of extremely careful not-saying-it finally runs out of road.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    Crowley goes too slow, Aziraphale drinks copious amounts of alcohol, and the bookshop is (very nearly) set on fire. Again.

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    "Aziraphale is not one to overindulge in alcohol.

    Except for when the occasion really calls for it.

    And this one does.

    Because - because -

    He wants Crowley. He wants his companionship. He wants him here, now. He wants Crowley - he wants. He wants-

    Another glass of wine. By now he’s lost count.

    Because Crowley is not here. Aziraphale could call him. He could, but - but. Aziraphale is in no state. Probably. And besides, Crowley cannot come. Not tonight, at least. Maybe never. Crowley drove off, after all. Maybe Aziraphale has waited too long. Maybe he’s gone too slow.

    And this thought is painful enough to warrant another drink. Or three.

    He’s drunk his way through a Chateau Pontet Bordeaux red blend, an Albert Mann pinot noir, the Monsanto Chianti Classico Riserva, and half of the crystal encased Glenglassaugh whiskey by this point, and he’s fine. He is. Really. Even if the room has begun to sway around him."

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    28 Jun 2026

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  3. Public Bookmark 21

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    Aziraphale is up for some adventure and Crowley is going to support him no matter what. Even if it breaks his heart to do so.

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  4. Public Bookmark 14

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    Shortly after Aziraphale and Crowley regain their memories of their other universe, they discuss the choice they made in the Garden. Then they go for a walk.

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    28 Jun 2026

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  5. Public Bookmark *

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    It's another Grindr-themed, jealous!Crowley, 6000 year old turbovirgins first time fic! Also featuring very sexually charged hugs and Crowley talking about books.

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