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    When Byleth decides Felix should be the Blue Lions' representative for the White Heron Cup, he's already plenty irritated. Then he realizes he hasn't danced in ages, and if he wants to actually win this thing (out of spite, honestly), he needs help. With Byleth nimbly stepping away from the responsibility, he's stuck figuring out which of the Lions would be best suited for the job.

    Enter Sylvain, who's more than happy to take this arrow for the team and hopefully get brownie points with Professor. They just need to dance a couple times to ease Felix's rustiness, but things are never that simple, are they?

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    22 Sep 2019

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    “So you—” Sylvain starts. Felix growls at him, tugging him back by the hair to better savage his neck. “—Fuck me, so you had a nice time slaughtering the forces of the Empire today?”

    Felix says something unintelligible against the knot of his throat. His knees tighten hard against Sylvain’s sides.

    Sylvain says, “What was that, you insatiable hussy?”

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    21 Sep 2019

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    After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives.
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    Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this?

    But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia.

    However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.

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    04 Aug 2019

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    In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because 'oh, look, isn't it lovely, Crowley!'

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    5 times Crowley knows he’s in love with Aziraphale + 1 time he knows the reverse.

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    31 Jul 2019

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    Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity.

    The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love.

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    30 Jul 2019