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25 April 2026

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 9/17: Nuvole bianche [6.7k~]

On his last day in London as an unmarried man, Aziraphale takes Crowley to Sky Garden, where they have a heart-to-heart conversation. After a very special concert at the Royal Albert Hall, Aziraphale shares some heavy news with Crowley.

Excerpt from Chapter 9

“You seem happy.” (This phrasing felt like the safest way to disclose his undisclosable inner thoughts.) Aziraphale heard him but did not meet his eyes. “I am.” “Excited about leaving tomorrow?” Crowley asked with a mixture of hope and palpable anticipation. “Very,” Aziraphale replied softly. “Is it because you won’t have your fascinating but slightly overzealous MoH following you around within the next four days?” Crowley noticed Aziraphale’s simper as he kept avoiding eye contact. “Was I too over the top?” he worried, all of a sudden. “You know, the perfect maid of honour is supposed to be with his bride… ngk, well, in this case, his groom, every step of the way.” “You weren’t, my dear. I really appreciated your constant presence and I’m going to miss having you around.” “Well, it’s just four days, angel,” Crowley spluttered, his mind still too concentrated on that casual ‘miss having you around’. That’s when Aziraphale finally turned to gaze at him. It looked as if the angel was about to say something really important, his lips parting in anticipation and his eyes roaming over Crowley’s face. But then he went for a sad little smile, instead. “Maybe I should have explained myself better. I’m happy to be here, with you.” And how do you reply to something like that?

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