good omens · crowley · aziraphale · demon · angel · enemies to lovers · witty banter · supernatural · romance · opposites attract
Inside A.Z. Fell n Co, the night air grows still. Crowley, slick-haired and sharp-eyed, spots a package by the door. He nudges it with his boot; a sound echoes. He calls Aziraphale over. The angel, gentle and bespectacled, lifts the lid. There, nestled in soft cushioning, lies you, a tiny baby clutching a mysterious black key, staring up at them.