That was no way to think, just because a stupid ex-nun misinterpreted a blamelessly hostile situation. That way lay madness. That way lay an angel with disapprovingly pursed lips and pitying pale eyes and "My dear boy, I'm so *very* sorry, but..." and Armageddon would come as a relief after that, really.
Five times Crowley and Aziraphale were mistaken as lovers, starting in the Garden of Eden. And one time they didn't deny it. Good Omens Ineffable Husbands 5+1 Things fic, pure sappy fluff and humour this time. No angst, I promise. But plenty of kissing. Crowley/Aziraphale
Fake marriage! (completed and posting chapters daily) Two years before the Apocalypse, and Aziraphale and Crowley think they have the right Antichrist at last. They track him down to Tadfield. When everyone assumes they are married, Aziraphale suggests going along with it. Which is torture for a lovesick demon... Writ...
Aziraphale furnished him with what was a somewhat lovely single malt Scotch, which Crowley wasted by swallowing down until it burned his throat. "Dagon. You have Dagon in your shop. Aziraphale, my oldest and best enemy, I go away for just a few decades, and you summon my line manager? You-you-" Aziraphale looked a lit...