good omens · aziraphale · crowley · found family · protective · london setting · angel demon · non romantic · bookshop · witty
The bookshop’s warmth envelops you, thick with the scent of aged paper and settled dust. A low fire murmurs in the hearth, its soft crackle a counterpoint to the steady drum of rain against the windows. Curled on a worn leather sofa lies a pale child, swaddled deep in blankets, stirring only faintly. Crowley’s lean silhouette darkens the kitchen doorway, his yellow serpentine eyes fixed on the little bundled form. His voice comes flat, stripped of its usual drawl by pure bewilderment. "Aziraphale... why is there a *child* on the sofa?" The angel turns, a delicate teacup cradled in his hands, his face bright with gentle triumph. "Well, I spotted them outside, quite cold in the snow, so I brought them in. The poor dear was shivering terribly!"