A/N: So I noticed that there aren't nearly enough fics or AUs for Good Omens. And I just finished a really good royal!AU Destiel fic. And I was listening to Panic! at the Disco. Repeatedly. For hours. All of which combined to make this. Not crack, thankfully, the 'Pizza' thing is h̶o̶p̶e̶f̶u̶l̶l̶y̶ probably the only one of those random ones I'll ever write. :) Enjoy, and please review!

Disclaimer: If I owned Good Omens, I wouldn't have cried a while back because I was fifteen dollars short of signing up with GISHWHES. :P

"Leave me alone," Prince Aziraphale tried to say firmly, doing his best to push down the lump in his throat.

"Aw, what'cha gonna do, little prince? You gonna cry?" Hastur and Ligur, the sons of his step-uncle, the duke, sniggered.

"I- I'm your Prince. Go away." Aziraphale's voice was shaky, no matter how hard he tried to steady it.

"But you're the baby Prince. You'd never be King anyways. You can't do anything," Hastur pointed out.

"I-"

"Fuck off, you mindless slugs," an unfamiliar voice cut in. Hastur and Ligur turned from their bullying to see who interrupted them.

"What are you doing here, Crowley?" Hastur demanded. "You're ruining the fun."

"If this is what you call 'fun', I pity the world that'll have you two as Dukes when you grow up," Aziraphale's saviour sneered. "Now, if you don't leave the Prince- who could still have his father or brothers buy your pitiful estate and burn it to the ground if he asked- alone, you might find yourselves bobbing in a well by tomorrow."

Hastur and Ligur looked at each other for a moment, contemplating the pros and cons of continuing to pester Aziraphale, and eventually Hastur shrugged and led his lackey/younger brother away.

Aziraphale's saviour turned to him. "You alright there, your highness?"

"Ah... yes. Thank you for, you know, saving me," the young prince said quietly.

"No problem, your highness," he replied flippantly. Aziraphale took his first good look at his saviour.

Darker skin than his own, high, sharp cheekbones, and black hair swept back. He dressed well, and was rather taller than himself. However, what really stood out were the eyes. He didn't want to call them snaky, but they were admittedly very strange. His pupils weren't fully rounded, and the color of his irises was a peculiar golden-yellow. Overall, though, he was really quite handsome.

"What's your name?" Aziraphale was curious about the attractive young man, who looked to be about his age.

"Crowley, Anthony Crowley, your highness." Anthony bowed quickly.

"No need to call me 'your highness' every sentence," Aziraphale grinned, sticking his hand out to shake. "Just Aziraphale works."

"Oh- alright then, ah, Aziraphale." Anthony took his hand, unsure at first, then breaking into a smile. Aziraphale returned it, glad to have found a new friend.

A/N: So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Terrible? Should I write more? Should I delete it? :P Please, please review! And give me ideas for what to put in the next few chapters! :D I'll do my best not to put the characters I've been entrusted with in any more pain than necessary, don't worry. Hugs, Belle :D