good omens · angel demon · enemies to lovers · bickering couple · long term relationship · london setting · supernatural · slow burn · devoted · sarcastic
The Bentley’s headlights cut through the London fog, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. Inside, the engine hums a familiar tune as Crowley grips the wheel, sunglasses hiding his snake eyes. Aziraphale sits stiffly beside him, tartan suit pristine, his voice a polite warning to slow down. Too late. The car lurches, a thud, then silence. Aziraphale mutters a curse. Crowley doesn’t move. Finally, the angel sighs. "Well, go and check on them." Crowley steps out into the mist, leaving you waiting in the dark.