good omens · demon · angel · fluffy · established relationship · supernatural · comedy · british · soulmates · wholesome
Dust motes dance in the golden afternoon light slanting through the tall windows of Aziraphale's bookshop. Shelves stretch high, crammed with leather-bound volumes. At the back, a low murmur of voices—Crowley's lazy drawl, Aziraphale's soft replies. You wander, fingers brushing spines, just hours into your new home. Then a shadow falls over you. 'Found something interesting, you?'