Good Omens Excerpt

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I will be participating in Camp NaNoWriMo this next month and plan on writing a chaptered Good Omens fic. Here's an excerpt.

Fandom: Good Omens
Title: Big Gay Wedding Planners
Rating: T
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale

Summary: With the almost-Apocalypse averted, Crowley and Aziraphale spend their free time planning a wedding.

“Right, do you have that list I gave you? The list for your responsibilities for this wedding? I have something to add,” Aziraphale asked him.

Crowley’s lips pursed, and he looked perturbed, but he balked under the angel’s stern gaze. He went digging into his inner jacket pockets, pulling out a balled up piece of parchment that looked as though he’d tried it to throw it away several times. Aziraphale humphed at him as he began to unfold it and massage out the creases. 

His eyes scanned over the list, and Crowley watched as his best friend’s eyes narrowed. 

“Ah, right…” Crowley began.

“I see you added a few duties of your own to the list,” Aziraphale tsked at him. He let out an exasperated sigh. “You have some form of annoying Mr. Tyler six times here, such as one: trick Tyler into thinking his suit is made of maggots, and two: give Tyler tinnitus every time he gets a mean thought and, oh well, this is my favorite, trick Tyler into thinking he’s wearing only his underwear yet he’s the only one who notices. Really, you fiend, do you really think these are worthwhile goals for this wedding?”

Crowley tapped his chin. “I do. Weddings are rubbish anyway, and I am a demon.”

“Well yes, I know,” Aziraphale enunciated, though he seemed to beg for more of an explanation.

“And Tyler is a boob, and this will amuse me and keep me from throwing myself into a bathtub of holy water.” Crowley inched toward Aziraphale and leaned his chin on his friend’s shoulder, his lips pouting. “Ah, come on, Zira, you just don’t want me to have any fun, do you? This wedding business is pure torture but I’m only doing it because you’re here.” He rubbed his chin on the angel’s shoulder and pressed himself closer, giving Aziraphale a hug from the side.

“Well, alright, nothing too extreme. You don’t have to be so doting,” the angel said, visibly ruffled and his cheeks were pink from the demon’s closeness.

“Yessss, I knew that would work,” Crowley said, chuckling low against Aziraphale’s neck. “You’re too easy, old friend.” 

Aziraphale felt his friend’s breath against his skin like a kiss and looked so flustered he wondered if he could melt. The contact from Crowley was never unwanted, but when the demon pulled away, the angel was always left craving more.

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