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    Aziraphale is back on earth, only a year after he left. The title of "Supreme Archangel" has been cast far, far behind him. Crowley is beside himself, head over heels in love with Aziraphale, and Aziraphale is in love with Crowley. They both know this, it's old news by now.

    But now they have a new normal. And this new normal can be hard to navigate.

    And even worse, there's a vengeful angel roaming the earth, and god knows when he'll make himself known. Speaking of God, She's not talking either.

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    Erik rubbed a hand over his face in frustration, starting attempt number forty two of tying the tie when a voice spoke up from behind him.

    “Do you need help?”

    Erik spun around to see a kind faced, motherly looking woman in a green dress standing at the entrance of the hallway. Erik didn’t recognize her, which was surprising. Obviously this woman was here for the parents day and Erik was reasonably sure he knew every Swedish elite who was rich enough to send their kid to Hilerska. More surprising than that was the fact that she didn’t seem to recognize him either, or if she did she didn’t seem to care- not about his title or his status or his money.

    Erik eyed her with trepidation- his mother had taught him from a young age to expect the worst from everyone- but there was nothing cold in her warm gaze, nothing mocking, nothing that made Erik think she wanted something. Somehow, Erik could tell that this woman was just kind. Here she was, offering help to a stranger simply because he looked like he needed it.

    “I would yes, if you wouldn’t mind, Ms…”

    “Linda,” the woman said, waving away the title.

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    13 Oct 2021

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    She's racing across the palace grounds and isn’t looking where she’s going when slams right into someone. She squeaks, nearly toppling over before the man she bumped into grabs her forearms, steadying her.

    “Hello.” He says, and then murmurs, almost to himself, “You look just like Wille.”

    “I know.” She’s been told that her whole life. She and her father share the same dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and slightly crooked smile. It’s different when this man says it though. Almost more personal somehow.

    “Sorry,” he says, his kind brown eyes twinkling with an odd mix of wistfulness and amusement, “you probably don’t recognize me, I’m-“

    “-Simon Vasquez.” Myla breathes, taking in his greying curls and the slight quirk of his lopsided smile, “I know.”

    And she does. This is the only person her father has ever loved. This is the man who her father associates with the colour purple. He's the reason her dad's bedroom walls have been violet longer than she's been alive, because when her father is surrounded by the colour he's surrounded by the memory of him.

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    13 Oct 2021

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    Then he felt a pair of arms snake around his torso and a head landed on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Erik standing behind him looking far too pleased with himself.

    “Erik, what are you doing here?” He asked in shock.

    OR, Erik decides to surprise Wilhelm at Parents' Weekend and he inevitably meets Simon.

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    “Mr. Brekker, sit and join us.”
    Inej’s mother is as short and lean as her daughter, her thick black hair streaked with chunks of silver and white, caught in a long braid down her back. Her eyes are dark and wide, and her mouth is steady. When Kaz doesn't immediately join them at the table, she crosses her arms and raises an expectant eyebrow.
    To his right, he hears Inej stifle a snicker into her hand as her eyes flicker between her mother and Kaz.
    Amara Ghafa is not in the least bit intimidated by Kaz Brekker, or his reputation, or his fine dark suits.
    She looks pointedly at the seat next to Inej. “Join us for dinner, Mr. Brekker.”

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    kaz meets the inlaws, drinks tea, marries inej twice, and (maybe) makes a joke.

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