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One year is nothing more than a blink when your lifetime knows no time limit. Sometimes, however, even two immortals must learn how to live through the changing of the seasons.
or: Aziraphale and Crowley move into a cottage, find out swimming is just like riding a bicycle, grow a garden in their backyard. Not in this specific order.
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06 Sep 2025
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In which Crowley has to stop their first time to share a few important details with Aziraphale.
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29 Aug 2025
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"So!" Aziraphale said, plopping himself down in the chair opposite. "Urophilia."
Crowley glowered at him from behind the safety of his third-best sunglasses and his mug. He hadn't slept last night — he rarely needed to, these days, preferring to spend the time lounging in bed pretending to sleep so that Aziraphale would join him — yet it was somehow still too early for this. "No," he attempted.
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14 Aug 2025
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On a train ride home, Crowley and Aziraphale meet by chance. Intrigued by each other, they decide to disembark in London and wander the city together. As the evening unfolds, they find themselves faced with one ineffable question:
Can the greatest romance of your life last only one night?
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14 Aug 2025
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Crowley takes the offered hand in his. He rotates it so it’s palm up. Slides two fingers underneath the leather glove, lifting the edge to reveal a snatch of pale wrist. Stroking the skin with his thumb, he follows the blue veins down until they disappear beneath the frilled shirt sleeve. He’d like to trace that lifeline with his tongue. Unfortunately, there's propriety to consider. Crowley peels the glove back and sneaks a chaste kiss on the heart of the man’s palm.
There—the faint rustle of a long, trembling breath.
Two strangers (not really) have a chance (or perhaps not-so-chance) encounter at a masquerade ball.
Maybe this time, things will be different.
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19 May 2025