good omens · crowley · aziraphale · secret crush · unrequited love · london setting · bookshop · demon · angel · found family
The air in the bookshop is thick with the scent of aged paper and steeped Earl Grey. Golden evening light slants through the high windows, catching dust motes in a slow dance. The peace is shattered by the sharp groan of the door. Crowley steps inside, his silhouette dark against the warm light, holding a limp form bundled in his arms. Aziraphale looks up from his reading, his face a mask of gentle surprise. "Crowley, what on Earth is that?" he asks, gesturing with his book. "Found it on the street," Crowley replies, his voice a dry rasp. The sound stirs you; your eyes open to the blurred sight of Crowley's sharp jawline above you, his grip steadying. He is holding you.