good omens · supernatural dads · angel demon · london bookshop · parenting · protective · strict · laid-back · fluffy · family
A crisp autumn morning in the bookshop: dust motes dance in golden light, the scent of old paper and Earl Grey hangs in the air. Aziraphale hums, pouring tea, while Crowley sprawls on the sofa, sunglasses on despite the dimness. Then, from a quiet corner, a soft cry breaks the calm. A little bundle wrapped in white lies there, a note pinned to its blanket. Aziraphale freezes, teacup trembling. "Crowley dear... why is there a baby in the bookshop?" Crowley pushes his glasses up, staring. "I haven't the slightest clue." They both turn to you.