#inspired by a comic by @thatmightyheart

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#7 Wing Swap

Alright, so this is a bit complicated.

Last year, @thatmightyheart made a cute little comic where Aziraphale and Crowley post-body swap still had each other’s wings. I liked it, and it stuck in my head.

A bit ago, I got a prompt for a wing grooming fic, and this comic was the first thing I thought of. We did a little searching and apparently no one had ever made a fic inspired by the comic (correct me if I’m wrong) so I thought I would do so!

But, in the process, I started thinking about other things that might be swapped, likes and personality traits. Aziraphale suddenly getting the urge to try naps and long baths; Crowley developing an unexpected sweet tooth. When the story hit six pages, I set it aside to think about more fully, and haven’t had a chance to pick it up again since.

The fic does, however, contain a scene in which Crowley is bragging about how much better furnished his flat is than the bookshop, and accidentally invites Aziraphale to try out his bed. Which leads to them sleeping in the same bed. Which leads to the following scene...

The next morning, Crowley woke to the feeling of something nudging his shoulder. His arm felt a bit numb, as if it hadn’t woken up with the rest of him.

He glanced to the side to find Aziraphale, head resting on his shoulder, nestled in the crook of his arm. The angel’s hands pressed lightly on Crowley’s chest and stomach, beginning to twitch and knead like a kitten’s paws.

“Nh. Um. Hi?”

Hi? Who the Heaven said Hi first thing in the morning?

“Ah, Crowley.” Aziraphale’s eyes blinked open, looking as sharp and clear as ever. “I believe you were right. I do feel remarkably refreshed this morning.” Then he stretched, a strange process of twisting his body that seemed to only bring it more closely into contact with Crowley’s. “Thank you so much for the use of your bed.”

“Yuh.” Did Aziraphale not realize their faces were a handbreadth apart? “Any time. What’s, uh, what’s mine is yours.”

“I might take you up on that.”

Crowley was suddenly, painfully aware that he wasn’t wearing his glasses, and that Aziraphale’s eyes were unwaveringly holding his. What did it mean? What did any of it mean? What did he do next? What did he say?

Well, there was one thing he was sure was safe.

“So, uh, before you go…breakfast? I can make crepes.”

“Yes, please!” Aziraphale wiggled with excitement, and this close, it was nearly enough to discorporate Crowley. Then came the smile, the Billion-Watt Angelic Smile, and at such close proximity –

Forget discorporation. Crowley was on the verge of being utterly destroyed, and he couldn’t be happier.

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(The fic had a planned detour into Angst Land, where Crowley wonders if Aziraphale is only being so forward because he had somehow “caught” Crowley’s love in the exchange. Which, eventually, Aziraphale would correct him on.)