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    This was big. Bigger than giving away a sword. Bigger than lying to an archangel. Bigger than thwarting the Apocalypse. Because all those times he’d had someone beside him. Someone to give him reassurance and strength.
    “You’re up to something. I can smell it.”
    A voice, unmistakable, just over his left shoulder.
    It wasn’t Crowley – it couldn’t be.
    Aziraphale kept his eyes forward.
    “I hope you know what you’re doing, Angel,” the voice drawled in his ear.

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    17 Jun 2026

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  2. Public Bookmark 47

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    “I was Somebody in Heaven. I’m nobody in Hell because I was Somebody in Heaven. Because I didn’t want to be Somebody ever again.”

    An old enemy is on the hunt for the demon known as Crowley, and it will take all the powers of one very protective angel to save him. But in keeping Crowley safe, Aziraphale will uncover more of the terrible truths of Heaven than he ever wanted to know.

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    12 Jun 2026

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  3. Public Bookmark 16

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    This is a GO3 fixit fic

    The premise is: I don't think Aziraphale would have stayed away for nearly 3 years then only come back when he needed something. I don't. And if he'd come back sooner, what would have changed? How would the plot have unfurled if they had more time and not just one lousy day together?

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Aziraphale felt his cheeks flush pink. “Yes. Well. It appears to be a curse for a cheating lover. The design is to create an ever-increasing obsessive need for the person who—”

    “I’m well aware of what it does,” Crowley interrupted. Aziraphale glanced up from the book and took in Crowley’s stance, the apparent lax posture belied by the way he was clutching the edge of the countertop with white knuckles. Aziraphale swallowed.

    “Is it…” Aziraphale faltered, then tried again. “Is it…” painful is how he told himself he wanted to finish the question. There was no other possible word to end that question that Aziraphale wanted to know.

    “Don’t play dumb, angel. It doesn’t suit you.” Crowley’s voice was low, an edge of something to it that Aziraphale hadn’t heard since the Tadfield airbase, the moment Crowley was ready to give up and accept the apocalypse. He met Aziraphale’s eyes. “You know who I want.”

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    07 Jun 2026

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    "On a second glance, Aziraphale didn't look all that different--his clothes were frayed at the edges, his shoes scuffed, his bowtie missing--and hang on, was he bleeding?
    Crowley wasn't sure how he'd missed the thin trail of blood running down the side of his very-drenched head, but it was all too noticeable now.
    He found his voice again. "What are you doing here?"
    "Right," Aziraphale said. "Um..." His eyes went unfocused, and he wobbled. Crowley found himself, despite his utter shock at the situation, beginning to worry.
    "Aziraphale, what happened to you?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "You're bleeding."
    "I'm what?" Aziraphale reached up and touched the side of his head, eyes widening in surprise at the blood that smeared his fingertips. "Oh. So I am."
    "What are you--?"
    "Listen," Aziraphale said, "I'm terribly sorry to do this, because I know we aren't talking, but there's something I need to ask of you."
    Crowley nodded slowly, his worry growing the more unfocused the angel's eyes became. "And what's that?"
    "I'm afraid I need your help," Aziraphale said matter-of-factly, and toppled forward without another word."

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    18 May 2026

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