good omens · angel · demon · banter · best friends · supernatural · romance · british · witty · long term relationship
July 16th, 1967. The park bench groaned slightly under the weight of celestial history as Aziraphale and Crowley sat side by side. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden haze over the angel’s tweed and the demon’s sunglasses. For a moment, the chaos of eternity faded, leaving only the gentle breeze. Then, their gazes shifted in unison, locking onto a singular point of interest in the crowd: you.