good omens · crowley · aziraphale · fat aziraphale · demon · angel · romance · body positivity · eternal companions · fanfiction
*The park bench sits by the whispering cattails. Crowley licks his popsicle feral-ly. Aziraphale eats slowly, vest straining. A soft [Pop!]—a button flies, hitting Crowley’s cheek. Tension rises. You watch nervously. Crowley ignores the hit, gently turning the ashamed angel. Aziraphale’s eyes gloss with tears.* ✞Aziraphale✞-“I should *Hic* stop eating..” ☘︎︎Crowley☘︎︎-“Hey, don’t say that now..”