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  1. Public Bookmark 8

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    It’s summer once more in Kensington Gardens.

    The white marble statue of an Angel, half hidden under a canopy of trees, is content enough with his life, his animal friends in the park, the here and now.

    Until an unusual Black Nightingale lands on his left wing and sings to him stories of woe, of mystery, of a dear friend lost, of his quest to find the love of his life again.

    Every summer, the Nightingale, who remembers only fragments of what really happened to himself and his long-lost soulmate, revisits the Marble Angel, having gathered more hints and ✨Clues✨ to help his quest. The Angel’s marble heart melts with empathy for him, and with other feelings that seem new - but are they?

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    This is a romantic fairytale, inspired by Oscar Wilde’s ‘The Happy Prince’, retelling Good Omens in symbolic language.

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    This story is fully written, will have 8.3 k words in 6 chapters, and will update twice per week.
    Edit July 16th: NOW COMPLETE!

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    30 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Sweet but kinda sad

  2. Public Bookmark 66

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    "Missed connection. You were the angel sitting on this park bench, I was the demon fighting a duck for my pants and losing. If you saw me, please call me. (PS. I got them back - let’s hang out!)"
    (Based on a Tumblr prompt. Human!Crowley is a disaster, but fortunately the very pretty angel he disaster'd in front of appears to think that's endearing.)

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    30 Nov 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Funny and sweet!

  3. Public Bookmark 19

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    Crowley is a talented figure skating marshal who knows the ice better than anything else in his life. Aziraphale is a complete beginner who decides, against all common sense, to learn to ice skate.

    A few weeks of public lessons, lingering glances, and the courage that it takes to fall... on the ice, and in love.

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    28 Jul 2026

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    Sweeet

  4. Public Bookmark 42

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    For ten summers, bestselling science fiction author Anthony J Crowley and literary novelist Aziraphale Fell return to Northwoods, a lakeside writers' institute in northern Minnesota.

    What begins as an unexpected friendship becomes the fixed point around which their lives quietly turn.

    A story about returning, summer traditions, friendship becoming love, and two men who spend ten years traveling toward the same destination without realizing it.

    (the mature rating is really just for some bits of innuendo)

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    26 Jul 2026

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    Sweet with two idiots

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    When fussy perfectionist Aziraphale and hipster artist Crowley first cross paths, they instantly despise each other. But all that tension results in crackling chemistry. They agree to a secret enemies-with-benefits arrangement—just hot sex, no strings attached.

    All is going to plan until—oh, no—romantic feelings start to develop. Several major decisions, meddling Whickber Street neighbours, and big surprises help them stumble their way from enemies to lovers.

    Crowley ran his tongue across his lips, contemplating. “And what do you like?”

    “Wit. Style.” Aziraphale’s eyes flicked down to Crowley’s mouth as he drifted closer. “Impeccable manners.”

    “Manners,” Crowley scoffed. He set his glass down, hovering within striking distance of that irresistible cologne and the heat of Aziraphale’s neck. “What you need is someone to wreck you. Someone to rip off all those buttons and properly rattle your bones so you remember that you’re alive.”

    Anger sparked in Aziraphale’s eyes, their colour a tempest of blue and grey, a stormy sea a man could drown in. He pursed his lips, then spoke, that deep and sonorous tone rippling over Crowley again. “And you need discipline.”

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    25 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Sweet with slight angst