ngkiscool: Prompt: #30 “Don’t ruin this.” Fandom: Good Omens Word Count: 1000
ngkiscool: Prompt: #30 “Don’t ruin this.” Fandom: Good Omens Word Count: 1000 words. Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley are trying a new restaurant, and discover that the staff have opinions about their customers’ eating habits. Crowley will not tolerate any disrespect towards his angel (no harm was done to either rat or waiter). CW : Implied fatphobic comment Also on my Ao3 - HERE Aziraphale returned to the bookshop, carrying their takeaway dinner from the new restaurant at the end of the street. It was the first time they ordered from that place, and when he left to get their food, just a few minutes ago, he was all but literally glowing with excitement. Now he had full hands, but the smile was gone from his face. “What happened? Have you met Gabriel on the way? They were supposed to leave us alone!” Crowley leaped from his seat, scanning the area for potential enemies. “I don’t sense anything, except you of course. And the curry, it really messes up my sense of smell.” “Don’t worry, my dear, it’s nothing like that. I haven’t met any angels, and we are not in danger. While you are standing, can you be a dear and bring a bottle of wine from the kitchen?” The angel tried to smile, but Crowley knew better than that. If 6,000 years of being acquainted with Aziraphale had taught him anything, it was to see when the other wasn’t telling the truth. Or at least, not all of it. After returning from the kitchen, he continued the conversation. “Then what is it? You look upset. Have they forgotten to add soy sauce again? It is very important for eating sushi. I will go back there and ask for it.” Crowley was already halfway across the room when he heard Aziraphale’s voice. “No, everything we ordered is here, we even got a free dessert, courtesy of the house. Let’s just sit down and eat, your curry is getting cold.” “Free dessert? That’s nice of them, though not surprising. How can anybody not want to be generous with you?” The angel smiled again, a bit happier this time, but it still didn’t reach his eyes. “To be frank, it was the other way around. The guy at the counter gave it away because he thought I was trying a new diet, and too shy to ask for it.” Crowley looked at him, enraged. “He what? And you gave him a good smite, I hope.” Keep reading How have I not read this before it’s adorable -- source link