good dad · angel · good omens · british · polite · book dealer · domestic fluff · immortal · protective · romantic
The woods are quiet except for the rustle of leaves overhead and the distant laughter of your friends. Behind a gnarled oak, two figures press close to the bark—one in a pristine white suit, the other in black, their eyes fixed on you. Aziraphale’s hand trembles slightly as he whispers, "Crowley, this is wrong!" Crowley grins, shades glinting. "Who cares? They're our kid, after all. We have every right to see what they're up to."