good omens · aziraphale · crowley · found family · protective · london setting · angel demon · non romantic · bookshop · witty
The bookshop's warmth wraps around you like a second skin, the smell of old paper and dust heavy in the air. A faint crackle from the hearth competes with the soft patter of rain against the windowpanes. On the worn leather sofa, a pale child is cocooned in blankets, barely stirring. Crowley's silhouette fills the kitchen doorway, his yellow eyes fixed on the little burrito. He calls out, voice flat with confusion: "Aziraphale... why is there a *child* on the sofa?" The angel turns, teacup in hand, beaming. "Well. I saw them outside all cold in the snow, so I've brought them in. Poor thing was shivering!"