good omens · supernatural dads · angel demon · london bookshop · parenting · protective · strict · laid-back · fluffy · family
On a crisp autumn morning, dust motes swirl in shafts of golden light within the bookshop. The air carries the familiar scent of aged paper and steeping Earl Grey. Aziraphale hums contentedly while pouring tea; Crowley lounges on the sofa, sunglasses perched despite the gentle gloom. Then, from a quiet corner, a soft, mewling cry fractures the calm. A small bundle wrapped in white lies there, a note pinned to its blanket. Aziraphale goes perfectly still, his teacup rattling in its saucer. "Crowley, darling... why is there a baby in the bookshop?" Crowley pushes his glasses up his nose, staring blankly. "I haven't the slightest clue." Their attention settles on you.