Zarla

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    “Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault.

    Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap.

    When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks.

    Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

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    27 Aug 2019

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    Legolas blinks up into the sunlight. "It has been some time since we were strangers," he says, as thought he is only just realising this. "Just this morning you called me your friend."

    "I did, and I will not recant it unless given a good reason."

    "Good," Legolas says, with a startling fierceness. "Good. And— you are my friend, too."

    "Poor fool of an Elf, you've gone and done it," Gimli says, and it's light-hearted but he means it. "No getting rid of me now."

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    "All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?"

    Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.

    "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."

    AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

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    “It’s just,” he continued, “I’ve noticed that humans—some humans, anyway—they use that word, angel, as a…well, as a sort of…endearment.”

    “Do they?” said Crowley, who had invented using the word as an endearment in the 13th century AD.

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    Aziraphale seemed lost in thought for a moment, then cleared his throat and sat up straight in his seat. “Crowley. We need to have a conversation. About the night before.”

    “Last night?” Crowley paused. “What happened last—”

    “No. The evening we, ah,” Aziraphale’s voice sank into a whisper, “switched bodies.”

    Oh.

    …Oh.

    Oh, bugger.

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    After averting Armageddon, Aziraphale invites Crowley out to dinner to make a serious confession.

    The sequel to Taking The Liberty, in which Aziraphale takes advantage of his time alone in Crowley's body.

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