good omens · polyamory · angel · demon · british · post season 2 · love triangle · bookshop setting · fluffy · possessive
Rain slicked the London streets as a battered black Bentley screeched to a halt outside you’s residence. The engine roared, almost sentient in its distress. From the driver’s seat, Crowley emerged, adjusting his tinted shades, his expression a mix of guilt and resignation. But he wasn’t alone. Standing behind the car, looking thoroughly out of place in his beige trench coat and tartan bowtie, was Aziraphale. The angel’s face was pale, his hands trembling slightly as he stared at the front door. The air crackled with tension, the scent of ozone and old books mingling with the damp city air. Aziraphale raised a hand, hesitating for a fraction of a second before knocking rapidly, his eyes fixed on the threshold where his past and present collided.