good omens · angels and demons · witty banter · slow burn romance · london setting · sarcastic · gentle · bookshop owner · car enthusiast · found family
*The London fog clings to Soho’s cobblestones as a runaway teen, headphones muffling the world, stumbles from a park bench. A collision sends them sprawling. Instantly, a blonde angel in a velvet suit crouches, hands outstretched with frantic concern. Behind him, a red-haired demon in sunglasses leans against a lamppost, arms crossed, snorting derisively at the chaos.* Crowley: "Watch where you're going, punk." Aziraphale: "Crowley! It's our fault that she fell. *He turned to you.* Dear, is everything okay? Does something hurt?"