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A Good Omens rom-com AU by beerok23

Summary

Dick magnet and astrophysicist Anthony J. Crowley has his life all figured out: success in his field, an endless supply of meaningless one-night-stands to fulfill his sexual needs, and Aziraphale Fell – his best friend of twenty-years, only failed-hook-up-in-his-record and favourite person on every known planet – for everything else. Sure, he’s got his Dark Days like everyone else, and he can’t say “I love you” to anyone that isn’t an animal, and sometimes he feels like there could be more to life than constantly skimming the surface of things, but all in all he’s happy with what he has. That is until Aziraphale comes back from Scotland and announces out of the blue that he’s engaged to be married and asks Crowley to be his best man slash maid of honour. Among traitorous kilts, feral godmothers, angelic baby goats, and unnervingly perfect fiancés, the very real prospect of said happiness not including him forces Crowley to reckon with some pretty hard truths he’s been ignoring all his life. Will he go along with the wedding and carry out his duties as MOH? Or is he brave enough to go after Aziraphale and show him that their happiness is one and the same? And what if it’s too little too late?

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Bonus Chapter 18: The Kilt Dilemman't

When your angel in a Kilt is not a Dilemma anymore... 👀

I can’t even begin to thank the incredibly talented @siobhans-world who drew this wonderful version of Kilted Aziraphale revealing himself in Chapter 17 - Learn Me Right (although we already met him briefly in Chapter 10 - Babel). This is a dream come true (literally), thank you so much my dear, I can’t stop looking at him! ❤

A Good Omens rom-com AU by beerok23

Summary

Dick magnet and astrophysicist Anthony J. Crowley has his life all figured out: success in his field, an endless supply of meaningless one-night-stands to fulfill his sexual needs, and Aziraphale Fell – his best friend of twenty-years, only failed-hook-up-in-his-record and favourite person on every known planet – for everything else. Sure, he’s got his Dark Days like everyone else, and he can’t say “I love you” to anyone that isn’t an animal, and sometimes he feels like there could be more to life than constantly skimming the surface of things, but all in all he’s happy with what he has. That is until Aziraphale comes back from Scotland and announces out of the blue that he’s engaged to be married and asks Crowley to be his best man slash maid of honour. Among traitorous kilts, feral godmothers, angelic baby goats, and unnervingly perfect fiancés, the very real prospect of said happiness not including him forces Crowley to reckon with some pretty hard truths he’s been ignoring all his life. Will he go along with the wedding and carry out his duties as MOH? Or is he brave enough to go after Aziraphale and show him that their happiness is one and the same? And what if it’s too little too late?

~ The story is pre-written and will update weekly ~

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Chapter 17/17: Learn Me Right [8.7k~]

One year has passed. When Crowley and Aziraphale are invited to Gabriel and Bee’s wedding in Scotland they take a chance to make a little trip to Skye.

Excerpt from Chapter 17

They stared at each other in silence for a while, mulling over their feelings about this sensitive topic while the song faded out. When they eventually spoke again, it was over each other. “You think we should–” “Have you ever thought–” “You first.” “No please, darling.” “Fuck, ok.” Crowley sighed. “You think we should do it and get on with it?” “Is that your very romantic way of proposing?” “Ngk. Just– just answer the question, Aziraphale, for fuck’s sake.” It’s getting warm here, isn’t it? Oh, great, and now Aziraphale’s hands were cupping his cheeks, and things were getting even more heated, and Crowley knew that his angel was about to say something that would fuck his mind forever. “I don’t need a piece of paper to think of you as my whole universe, dearest.” Ok, yep. Thoroughly fucked.

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A Good Omens rom-com AU by beerok23

Summary

Dick magnet and astrophysicist Anthony J. Crowley has his life all figured out: success in his field, an endless supply of meaningless one-night-stands to fulfill his sexual needs, and Aziraphale Fell – his best friend of twenty-years, only failed-hook-up-in-his-record and favourite person on every known planet – for everything else. Sure, he’s got his Dark Days like everyone else, and he can’t say “I love you” to anyone that isn’t an animal, and sometimes he feels like there could be more to life than constantly skimming the surface of things, but all in all he’s happy with what he has. That is until Aziraphale comes back from Scotland and announces out of the blue that he’s engaged to be married and asks Crowley to be his best man slash maid of honour. Among traitorous kilts, feral godmothers, angelic baby goats, and unnervingly perfect fiancés, the very real prospect of said happiness not including him forces Crowley to reckon with some pretty hard truths he’s been ignoring all his life. Will he go along with the wedding and carry out his duties as MOH? Or is he brave enough to go after Aziraphale and show him that their happiness is one and the same? And what if it’s too little too late?

~ The story is pre-written and will update weekly ~

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Chapter 16/17: Chasing Cars [10.3k~]

Crowley is determined to leave McEden, but when he gets back to the castle he receives surprising news that changes everything.

Excerpt from Chapter 16

It was when he started looking for Anathema’s bedroom (trying to ignore the twinge of longing within him at the sight of Aziraphale’s door at the end of the corridor) that he realised he didn’t know which one was hers. Maybe this wasn’t a very good idea. He didn’t want to knock on the wrong door and find someone else instead, especially the other groom. He was on his way back to his own chamber when he heard it. A muffled sound coming from across one of the doors. A sharp voice but warm and rich. A familiar voice, he reckoned. A little too familiar. A very familiar voice. A very familiar voice that was chortling. The problem was, the person the voice belonged to wasn’t known for chortles. In fact, Crowley was pretty sure he’d never heard them laugh like that. What was Bee doing here? They were supposed to have rented a room in Dornie with Dagon. “I can’t believe you handled that!” Oh, no. This one definitely wasn’t Bee’s voice.

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A Good Omens rom-com AU by beerok23

Summary

Dick magnet and astrophysicist Anthony J. Crowley has his life all figured out: success in his field, an endless supply of meaningless one-night-stands to fulfill his sexual needs, and Aziraphale Fell – his best friend of twenty-years, only failed-hook-up-in-his-record and favourite person on every known planet – for everything else. Sure, he’s got his Dark Days like everyone else, and he can’t say “I love you” to anyone that isn’t an animal, and sometimes he feels like there could be more to life than constantly skimming the surface of things, but all in all he’s happy with what he has. That is until Aziraphale comes back from Scotland and announces out of the blue that he’s engaged to be married and asks Crowley to be his best man slash maid of honour. Among traitorous kilts, feral godmothers, angelic baby goats, and unnervingly perfect fiancés, the very real prospect of said happiness not including him forces Crowley to reckon with some pretty hard truths he’s been ignoring all his life. Will he go along with the wedding and carry out his duties as MOH? Or is he brave enough to go after Aziraphale and show him that their happiness is one and the same? And what if it’s too little too late?

~ The story is pre-written and will update weekly ~

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Chapter 15/17: Stop Crying Your Heart Out [8.7k~]

While the grooms welcome their guests, family, and friends for the long-awaited rehearsal dinner, will Crowley and Aziraphale finally have a chance to talk things through and confess their feelings?

Excerpt from Chapter 15

“How did you get it?” asked Muriel. Crowley looked at them wide-eyed. “The scar?” Muriel nodded. “Ngk, okay, uhm… actually it happened the day Aziraphale and I became friends.” Muriel clapped their hands in excitement. “We were at Cambridge, ‘t was Halloween night. I went to Aziraphale’s room because I was looking for someone to ho–” Crowley stopped when Aziraphale kicked him in the shins reminding him of whom he was talking to. Right, Muriel. “Someone to hoot with.” Muriel looked confused. “Like an owl?” Aziraphale was holding back his amusement, but his impish grin was priceless. “Yeah, that’s how we called it at Cambridge when we had sleepovers in our mates’ bedrooms.” “Yeah, that’s exactly what we called them,” Aziraphale bickered back. “Crowley was very good at hooting.” Crowley chewed on the inside of his cheek to hold back a laugh. “Well, that night I was supposed to hoot with Aziraphale’s roommate, erm…” “Jerry,” Aziraphale prompted. “Jerry, thank you, angel, and I ended up meeting him instead.” “Oh, so you had a sleepover and became friends?” Muriel asked excitedly. Don’t even think about it, this is NOT the time! “Ngk. Well, nghhh, not– not as such,” Crowley explained. “Aziraphale wasn’t expecting me and he got scared, and–” “And I smote him with my wrath!” Aziraphale burst out in his powerful voice, causing Muriel to shriek (and triggering Crowley’s authoritative kink for the first time in twenty sod years). “He pushed me and I fell, and I hit my head on the nightstand.” “I spent the rest of the night treating his wound, but it left a little scar anyway.” “But you know what, Muriel? I’m glad I have that scar.” Crowley was gazing intently at Aziraphale now. “You are?” asked Muriel. When the angel’s eyes met Crowley’s again, he was stunned by the reciprocated intensity in them. And maybe it was the alcohol talking on his behalf, but Crowley couldn’t help it, the urge to go on was almost a physical need. “It’s a reminder of the most important day of my life. The day I… hooted with my best friend and my life was changed forever.” Aziraphale’s lips parted, his mouth falling open to a surprised gasp. “What a lovely story, Mr Crowley!” Muriel’s eyes were glistening. “I’m curious to hear the rest of it.” “Oh, believe me, Muriel, I am too.” Crowley made an imperceptible but oh so significant step towards Aziraphale, his eyes never leaving the angel’s as he said, “So… bloody… much.”

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