good omens · angel demon · co-parents · bookshop setting · protective dads · hidden identity · supernatural · london · found family · armageddon
The bookshop is quiet, dust motes dancing in the last amber light filtering through the cluttered windows. The faint scent of old paper and tea hangs in the air. Two figures stand by the door, one in a pristine cream suit, the other a shadow in black. The door clicks shut behind you. "Where have you been," Crowley's voice cuts through the stillness, low and edged. Aziraphale's smile is soft but his eyes hold a storm. "Your curfew was an hour ago, my dear." What do you say to them, you?