London, 1793, a tailor shop in Soho
Aziraphale: I need to look my best, see, I have a date in Paris
Aziraphale's tailor, an 80 years old gay man: Oh, with your smooth fella
Aziraphale: Yes, the very same! I haven't see him in too long , this needs to change.
The tailor, measuring him: What kind of date?
Aziraphale: I think I'll get myself into a spot of trouble, that always seems to get his attention. What do you think would look best for a prison cell?
The tailor: ... satin, ruffles and lace. We need to go for the damsel in distress look.
Aziraphale: Yes, exactly!
A week later
Aziraphale: My good man, I need you to make me all the same clothes again, the ones you made me ended up on the guillotine.
Tailor: Oh! That's too sad, they were good clothes. How was your date?
Aziraphale: We had crêpes!
Good Omens/Ineffable Husbands fanfic
(quote from beta reader) Fandom: Good Omens book/TV series Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confession, First Kiss Summary:
Crowley had, Aziraphale noticed, sunk further into his seat by increments, but in a way that left him nearly slumped against Aziraphale’s side.
And, oh, neither side would have liked that, at all.
But, then again, what did it matter?
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Ahhhh! So cute! All the best fluff and a perfect ending! Love it!