I’m super pumped to finally be posting this fella. it has been rotating in my brain for months. forgot to make a post when I actually, y’know, posted it, but the first two chapters are up on ao3 now!!
“Well, what’d you tell them?” Crowley raises his glass to take a drink.
“I told them that I, um—“ Aziraphale means to put it delicately, make it sound logical and perfectly ordinary. Instead, it comes out as: “ImighthavetoldthemthatImiracledyoutofallinlovewithme. Er.”
Crowley spits out his drink. “You what?” he sputters.
Only a knee-jerk reaction of a miracle saves Aziraphale from being sprayed with talisker.
When Heaven comes to the bookshop to ask about the twenty five lazurii miracle, Aziraphale panics and claims it was to make Crowley fall in love with him. Now, they’re sending someone to check. There’s only one possible solution.
They have to pretend to conduct a courtship.