In the immediate aftermath of the Nope-Let's-Notpocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale tentatively begin to move on, hoping Heaven and Hell will leave them alone in the wake of both of their failed trials.
Of course, nothing could possibly be that simple.
It isn't that Gabriel or Beelzebub have actually figured out how the trials were subverted...but boy, do they THINK they have it figured out. Thankfully, it won't take much to keep them in the dark.
(Crowley and Aziraphale just have to spend eternity together, pretending to be in love with each other. All Crowley needs to do is make sure Aziraphale never finds out that everything he's saying and doing is true.)
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02 Dec 2019
The lights shut off suddenly, plunging Aziraphale and his book into darkness. But he wasn’t startled, not really. He had been here before, and all he needed was for Crowley to whisk him away: through the dark, past a door and into the pantry, where one of his deepest desires had laid untapped since Queen Victoria’s reign.
Crowley fulfils a fantasy of Aziraphale's involving the time their paths crossed at a clandestine dinner party-turned-orgy in 1895.
24 Jul 2019
Aziraphale lays a temptation for Crowley. Literally: lays himself down and waits and asks for something without actually asking, as is his way.
Crowley, as is his way, is happy to oblige.
27 Sep 2019
"Please don't think about it," Aziraphale had said, his eyes wide and strange, water-damp, "Just - keep your head down. We'll just pretend there's nothing. Nothing different, nothing changed."
Keep your head down (if you wanna keep your head). We don't know anything. We're innocent.
23 Oct 2019
Crowley had waited six thousand years, kept it all in check. But this was the slipperiest slope he’d ever set foot on and as soon as he’d indulged in a few discretionary acts of kindness he was falling face first into pining, tumbling into flirting, about to dislocate his knees on the sharp rocks of intimacy.
Was this really it? What he had waited six thousand years for? A stupid flower show? Aziraphale wasn’t pulling away from him. Maybe… maybe this time he wouldn’t? Maybe they’d hold hands again. Maybe tonight with a bottle of merlot in them he’d finally work up the courage and just kiss him and he wouldn’t pull away.
The very moment he’d thought it he spotted the problem at the flower show.