#paris 1793

[vanyamire]

he's a pretty little damsel in distress (❁´◡`❁)

[excommunicatemeplease]

i just don't believe there is enough hype for

paris 1793 aziraphale

oui

fucking OUI

[ivanhoe1820]

There are no words in this or in any other language to describe how much I love them:

[yeahitsmebj]

1793 was not their best year…

Theres a reason why aziraphale wasnt fem presenting in that era. Twice as many people would have died, and crowley would never see the light of day.

Part 2 here

[yink07]

Don't worry, I'll give him the crêpes ^^

Or.. Crowley will 😏!

Stay tooned cuz I'm going to make a continuation of these drawings!

[stillsurfacequietpond]

i have used a frivolous miracle to change my fancy dress

and which you had forbidden with your strongly worded note

forgive me the demon was so pretty and so tempting

(with profuse apologies to William Carlos Williams)

[xdestinykey]

Ineffable May Day #27- ✨🇫🇷 Flashback 🥐✨

“I suppose I should thank you. For the- uh, rescue.”

[aziraphales-library]

hello! do yall have any fics where it shows what happened in Paris after Crowley rescued Aziraphale? Where they got creps? Azi going on a cute little lunch date with his hero <3

I am sure there are much better ones out there, but I only know of the one I wrote!

For the love of crêpes by Antheas_Blackberry  [4k words, rated Teen +]

It's Paris, 1793, in the midst of the French Revolution. Aziraphale is peckish, has a craving for crêpes (and the brioche), and finds himself needing to be rescued from the Bastille. Crowley comes to his rescue and Aziraphale realises that this isn't the first time the demon has done so. And more to the point, what is he going to do about it?

-Mod AB

There are more, anon. Here are some...

Midnight in Paris by PurpleRose (G)

After the Bastille, Aziraphale and Crowley eat crepes, and the city of love does it's thing...

i’m hoping you will know what i mean: i love you by lilibetpride (T)

God couldn’t possibly blame him if he was taking this chance to revel in – words couldn’t possibly encompass what the demon meant – demon didn’t even feel right as a word to describe him – Crowley’s presence. It felt too ineffable for it to be just a mere coincidence. Ineffable. Yes, maybe that was the word that encompassed Crowley. Beyond his understanding, incapable of being put into words. 

Thoughts that Breathe and Words that Burn by AnonymousDandelion (G)

In 1793, drunk on crépes and smiles (and possibly a little bit of alcohol as well), Crowley sent a stack of pages to a publishing company.

Not too long after that, the first volume of love poetry by up-and-coming writer Antonio Penn hit the printing press.

~ ~ ~

It was one of Aziraphale’s gavotte partners at the club in Portland Place who gifted him his first copy of one of Antonio Penn’s anthologies of poetry.

Penn was, of course, far from the first love poet whose works Aziraphale had read… and, indeed, far from the first whose poetry had touched his heart. Still, Aziraphale was not sure he had ever encountered an author whose words resonated quite so deeply.

De Amore by Aethelflaed (G)

Aziraphale has come to Paris to find the answer to an important question:

What's it like to be in love?

Crowley's not sure why he wants to know, but he's willing to discuss it to make his angel happy...

Written for the 2021 Ace Omens Zine!

- Mod D