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Epilogue
Crowley came to the cafe early to grab their usual seats. Aziraphale had wanted to finish his chapter, and planned to be there soon. Though Crowley knew it would end up being far more than just that.
They had been in Rome a month now, and this had become their sort of ritual. Breakfast in Piazza Navona. Dinner elsewhere, sometimes in the room. So much had changed since then, but still he found that some habits die hard.
At a table next to him he saw a man was writing a note on the receipt despite having a notebook right next to him. His sandy brown hair had an awful wispy style and he was wearing a tweed jacket, with jeans. He looked absolutely American posing as a British tourist. This was going to be fun. Crowley slipped into the seat across from the american and leaned his head on his elbow.
“Writing anything profound?”
The man who hadn’t noticed him, suddenly jumped and dropped his pen.
“Shit! Sorry I didn’t see you there” He bent down to look for his pen. Meanwhile, Crowley peaked at the writing on the receipt.
Maria: Age 25 or so she walks on two slender yet toned legs that come to a crest at her small round buttocks. Her breasts are impishly…
Crowley made a face the man under the table couldn’t see, and wouldn’t have liked if he had. He was a writer. Crowley smiled. Perfect.
When Aziraphale walked up to the cafe he saw Crowley with a man in a tweed jacket. He was almost jealous briefly until the man turned a bit and Aziraphale knew immediately what Crowley was up to. He walked over to the two, and heard a snippet of conversation.
“And you should call it something vague but ominous like “Angels and Demons”
“But there aren’t really any demons in this story are there? Just art and antimatter?”
“Right..it’s a metaphor of course!”
Crowley looked up at his angel smiling cocky as ever. He rose from the chair. Suddenly the gold band on his ring finger was clearly on display.
“AH. Well if you’d excuse me my husband is here so I best be off, but do whatever you’d like with the story idea I gave you.”
Aziraphale blushed at the word ‘husband’, still very not used to the concept. Which meant Crowley was using every opportunity imaginable to use it.
“I’m sure it’ll be brilliant!” The demon winked at the author and even being very straight, and clearly married as well, the writer blushed.
“Oh, uh nice talking to you Mr.- Oh I never got your name. He uncapped his pen and waited.
“Rober,t” said Crowley, trying not to laugh as he said it.
“Oh, I have a character named that!” He said scribbling it down anyway along with a description. He looked up to say goodbye but the pair had already begun walking across the piazza.
The American turned back to his pad and feverishly began to write.
Author's Final Note
Thank you all for your support in this shit talking parody fic I loved writing. This story has meant a lot to me. It’s the longest fic I’ve ever written and certainly the most researched piece of writing I’ve done in years. Good Omens got me back into writing fic and for that, I am so grateful to the story and the fandom.
Looking back from the beginning to the end of D&A I can see how much I’ve grown as a writer. At times it feels a bit inconsistent, but in the end this entire fic has been a testament to my own growth in writing and to be honest? I kinda love that. I loved this idea and I took on quite a task but in the end I really am pleased with how it turned out. I hope you feel the same, and if not? I’d love to see your own takes and the like on Good Omens/Dan Brown shit talking crossovers! Seriously DM me on twitter @SeltzerinShadow if you got one!
The ending was planned halfway through this fic, but I didn’t anticipate how much it was going to mean to me as I finished it.
I grew up catholic but no longer practice it. I’m very queer. These two things are separate for me but there are so many people in my life for whom that is not the case. I hope the essence of the ending comes across as this.
If you believe in god, believe this too. The fact that you are here, as you are, means something.
Again thank you to Fay_the_gay for getting me back into writing, betaing all my comma nonsense, and of course being an incredible friend. <3