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You Were Strangers by orphan_account for Wren Truesong (waywren)
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
19 Jan 2020
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It doesn't take Yael and Naomi long to figure out that their best friends aren't exactly human. But how do you respect someone's privacy when they keep performing miracles that you have to pretend not to notice?
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- Part 2 of Four Cups of Wine and related stories
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30 Jun 2026
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Crowley is terrified of losing Aziraphale again, but unable to confess his feelings. He follows Aziraphale on an errand to America, where they end up invited to a seder and spend the next year being invited to other holidays and gatherings on both sides of the Atlantic. Is Crowley's pining painfully obvious to everyone but Aziraphale? (Yes.) Are the rabbi and her wife going to try and get them together? (Yes.) How many Jewish holidays will these two ineffable idiots be invited to before they finally admit their feelings to each other? (Read it and see!)
(And because someone requested it, there is now a link to brief explanatory notes about the various Jewish terms at the beginning of each chapter.)
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- Part 1 of Four Cups of Wine and related stories
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30 Jun 2026
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The night of the Crucifixion, a guilty angel and a grieving demon share a jug of wine. Nothing will ever be the same again.
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29 Jun 2026
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“Has something happened?”
And that’s just the thing; nothing has happened, not really. Not for years, now. “This chair is too soft,” Crowley says, hearing the petulance in his own voice.
“I have other chairs,” Aziraphale says slowly, frowning.
“They’re all soft,” he snaps.
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Armageddon has come and gone, and the Earth still turns; Crowley is having some trouble adjusting to mundanity.
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21 Jun 2026
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“I can heal you,” Aziraphale spits out, desperate and anxious. “I can–”
“No,” Crowley cuts him off, leaning forward over his knees with a grimace, elbows resting against his thighs as he properly looks at Aziraphale for the first time all evening. “You want to try and explain that to–” Crowley trails off, one long and spindly finger– still at just the wrong angle, bent sideways at the knuckle but slowly straightening as Aziraphale watches, his stomach turning– pointing upwards. “And even so, I have no desire to deal with downstairs if they catch wind of it.” With a recalcitrant shake of his head and another bitter breath of humorless laughter, his gaze returns to his glass. “It’s not worth the risk, angel,” he sighs as he brings it to his lips, draining the remnants in one go.
You are, Aziraphale longs to say. You are worth everything. He keeps his cowardly tongue tucked carefully behind his teeth, too afraid of what it might mean to speak the words aloud. He hates himself for it.
Sometime between losing the antichrist and the end of the world, Hell decided to enact some repercussions. Aziraphale picks up the pieces. Takes place during S1, no spoilers for S2.
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15 Jun 2026