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lokisprettygirl · 2 months

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Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

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Summary: Appointed as a sous chef for the ship Queen Utopia you befriend the charming Daemon Targaryen and quickly develop an unrequited crush on him, not really knowing that your lives are about to get tangled in more ways than one.

Warning: 18+, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex.

Note : I'll try to keep this fic short as there's no sub plot but expect 4-5 chapters at least. This fic may not be what you think it is 👀

Deadly locks is not finished but I had to get this chapter out of my head

“Y/n.. Chef Dalton wants to see you..like right now” You let out a sigh of resignation as Emma chased after you, so eager to bring you to Chef Dalton. You were really hoping to find a moment of solitude in your room to rest.

“My shift is over Emma, I'll see him tomorrow” you said to her so she crossed ahead in front of you to glare at you.

“Are you trying to get fired?” Emma asked you so you crossed your arms in frustration.

“Yeah? And they'll find the new sous chef in the middle of the sea?” You asked her so she sighed and glared at you in disapproval “Look i really need to go to my room, and take a painkiller or my insides are going to churn out of my uterus because of this cramp” You yelled in frustration, as you were at the end of your rope. Your stomach was swirling in pain, and you felt like you were about to vomit.

As the door to room no. 143 opened up, you saw him. Him. Daemon Targaryen. The Bane of your existence, well not really, you had an unrequited crush on him but that wasn't really his fault.

“What's going on ladies?” his husky voice made you feel flushed so you looked away.

“Hey Daemon” Emma giggled at him and he winked at her.

“Darling, you heard her she's in pain..she looks awful –” your eyebrows scrunched as he said that.

“Thank you” you murmured so he chuckled in response.

“Tell Dalton she's not feeling well ..he will understand” Emma nodded and sighed before she walked away to speak with Dalton.

“Come here–” Daemon grabbed your arm and took you to his room so you groaned internally but obliged“Take this” he offered you a pill so you glared at him

“I'm not going to take some pill from a guy i have known for a month” you said to him so he chuckled.

“Ouchh love ..i thought we were becoming best of friends” he faked an offense so you took the pill and swallowed it “It's for my migraine attacks..very potent..you'll feel better soon”

“Thank you Daemon..I'll go lie down in my room” he nodded as you said that. You didn't want to be around him in such close proximity, especially in his room because you were afraid of doing something really stupid. As soon as you got into your room, you couldn't help but sigh in relief. You laid down, kicking your shoes off to the side in favor of pure bliss and comfort.

You had officially met Daemon, the lead singer and guitarist of his band The Dragonriders, on your first trip from London to NYC aboard the Queen Utopia ship .You had watched them perform before in the club you used to visit frequently with Emma, she was your old friend and she was also the one managing the band. She had insisted you apply for the job at Queen Utopia, the cruise ship was launched just a month prior and had taken only four trips from NYC to London until now.

You had no intention of crushing on the lead singer guitarist of the band but it happened.

His blonde hair and mischievous smirk was enough apparently. But he didn't feel the same way, you could tell, he was in love already with the lead singer of the band. They were together for years but as they embarked on this journey she broke up with him , however he was still hung up on her.

Every night after your shift ended, you made it a nightly ritual to watch them play at the entertainment center. You observed as Daemon, sang his heart out for her, with his eyes fixed only on her as he belted out every song.

Initially you didn't really notice him, sure he was strikingly good looking but in an unconventional way, he was the type of guy you'd have to have a conversation with in order to truly see his beauty.

“Beauty? A guy's beauty? Really y/n?”

As the pain medication kicked in, your cramp gradually subsided, which allowed you to finally relax. As you were finally drifting off to sleep, you heard a knock on your door and groaned again because you had to get up.

There was no one on the other side of the door. Instead, you found a gift basket outside your door containing a get-well soon card, chocolates, and other comforting snacks.

“Feel better soon. Daemon”

Why the fuck he had to be so nice?

Now that the cramp was gone you really wanted to go see his band play at the entertainment center. You took your time to shower and change into a comfortable outfit of jeans and a shirt. Besides, there wasn't much else to do on this ship anyways.

As you made your way to the venue, you spotted Criston and Aemond tweaking their equipments.

Criston Cole was the drummer in the band and Aemond was their bassist, Aemond was also Daemon's cousin.

Cole had been trying to hit on you since you all got here but of course your eyes were on somebody else, someone who wasn't really available.

As you made yourself comfortable at the bar, you observed Daemon and Lily engaged in a conversation, with her giggling at everything he was saying and he seemed so proud of himself for making her feel that way. It didn't take a genius to see why he was so in love with her, she was beautiful like an angel and she was exceptionally talented as well.

“You know you should just tell him that you want to bone him” Emma sat next to you so you glared at her.

“I don't want to bone him okay?”

“Then stop giving him the bedroom eyes”

You rolled your eyes as she said that.

“So what's their deal, like why did they break up?” You asked her sheepishly and she chuckled in response.

“I don't know..they had been together for years since they were kids..I guess she wanted to explore what else is out there ..she's a dreamer”

“Huhh?”

You leaned back in your bar stool as the sound of his guitar riff blasted in the air. It was the opening to I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic monkeys.

They occasionally played their original music but there weren't many of that so the band mostly opted to play cover songs

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

“I'd cream my panties if someone looked at me like that while singing” Emma said as she sipped on her drink, you groaned internally as you watched Daemon and Lily eye fucking each other on the stage.

You had been groaning a lot these days and most of the time Daemon was the reason.

Once the show was over Lily and others ran up to you both.

“Great show guys” Emma immediately hopped off the stool to go hug them one by one,

“Thanks darling..I'm gonna go get a drink” Lily said as she excused herself from you two so you gave her a smile.

“Hey grumpy..i thought I wouldn't see you tonight” Daemon mumbled as he hugged you.

“Well I'm not here ..I'm just a ghost” you said to him and his eyes widened playfully.

“You know what helps with cramps?” He asked you so you looked at him curiously and waited for an answer..

“Sex”

“You're disgusting Targaryen”

“Just being honest..tried and tested”

“Ewww” he smiled but as he watched Lily having a conversation with a new hot passenger his smile faded. He was fuming with jealousy you could tell so you ordered a strong whisky and offered it to him.

“You know…this helps with that” you mumbled under your breath so he rolled his eyes but accepted the drink.

After several rounds of drinks, Emma suggested that you and everyone else should head to the club in order to celebrate the night. Emma's proposal was met with a general agreement from all the band members except you, “You guys should go ..I don't want to impose” you mumbled politely

“Ohh bollocks you're a part of the group now baby” Cole winked at you and it made you want to smack him for some reason.

“Grumpy” Daemon said under his breath so you sighed and eventually agreed, it was actually really nice to have people on the ship you could hangout with, otherwise it would have gotten really lonely really fast.

As you all reached the club Daemon asked you to dance with him.

“Look i know you want to make your girlfriend jealous n all but I'm not going to be that chick for you” you said to him while you were already hand in hand making your way to the floor.

“I just wished to dance”

“Sure you did”

As you both became more and more inebriated, your minds drifted into an altered state, allowing you to let loose and revel in the moment. You felt like you were on top of the world, filled with the type of carefree joy you haven't experienced in a long time. However every time his eyes lingered away from you and got stuck on Lily you noticed it and it hurt..

Later that night, as he walked you to the room he was quiet and he seemed upset as well because he had clearly seen Lily walking out of the club with that hot guy she had met before.

“It doesn't suit you” you said to him as you entered your room so he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest which immediately made your breath hitch in your chest.

“What doesn't suit me?” the smirk on his face was apparent as he questioned you.

“This whole heartbroken hung up guy look..you're a handsome man..hot ..sexy even..like extremely sexy and you can have anyone you want -”

He smiled as he looked at you, your entire being cringed at the cliche phrases you had used just now but as his fingers curled around your scalp you suddenly felt so shy and taken aback..this was going to be a mistake you knew that.

“You think I'm sexy?” He asked you so you nodded.

“Show me”

“What?”

“Show me how sexy do you think I am”

“Daemon you're drunk-”

“So are you”

“I know”

Without wasting a second further he leaned into you and kissed you and you wanted to stop him and push him away, not because you didn't want to do it but because you didn't want to be rebound fling. Despite your better judgment, you felt yourself succumb to his kiss and leaned into him to kiss him back feverishly..

“I'm on my periods “ you mumbled between the kiss so he chuckled.

“I don't care..I'll be gentle i promise..i know you want this darling..i see the way you look at me” His voice lowered to a seductive whisper as he laid you down on the bed and you propped yourself on the elbow to see him undress. Eyes blew out of the sockets as he took off his shirt, you knew he was muscular but you didn't expect him to be chiseled so perfectly.

Your mouth gaped as he lowered down his pants and he hurriedly unbuttoned your jeans to pull it off you ..

“Fuck I don't have the condom” he groaned as he looked down at you but the frown on his face disappeared as he leaned down to kiss you again.

“Are you on pills honey?” He asked you so you nodded like the desperate whore you were.

“Oh good girl ..you're a good girl” he whispered in your ear and your fingers clutched onto his biceps as he suddenly pushed his cock inside you, the wetness from your arousal as well as the unfortunate bleeding made it so slick and easier for him to thrust in and out of you

“Daemon–”

“Shhhh baby quiet..don't talk..”

The sound of his cock slipping in and out of you made your head spin even more and more, this was a mistake you knew that but you felt helpless, you had been lusting after him for a month so you took your chances in your inebriated state.

“Oh yeah..fuck..” he grunted and moaned and every little noise he made only somehow increased your arousal for him “Such a tight cunt ..oh precious lily I love you”

And there it was, the mumbling of her name that somehow made you feel sober for a moment ..

“It's y/n” you mumbled softly, almost on the verge of breaking into tears so he leaned down and kissed you again.

“I know? What's wrong?” He asked you so you looked at him for a moment but then you didn't say anything, you didn't want to ruin the moment. Instead of pushing him away like you should have done in the first place you kissed him instead.

“Keep going..fuck me please”

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, you remembered him stumbling his way into the bathroom to clean up and then he helped you do the same and then he puked his guts out in the sink which you had to clean up.

The next morning when you woke up he was not there in the room but you didn't have the time to worry about that or nurse the pounding headache you had because you really had to be in the kitchen. Your shift was going to start in five minutes. However as the hours passed you began to feel nervous about last night, you had a crush on him and he was in love with someone else, you really wanted to turn back the time and stop yourself somehow from fucking up this badly.

As soon as you had a moment of free time after your shift, you located Emma and inquired about the band's current whereabouts. Upon learning that they were rehearsing, you felt an immediate compulsion to make your way to the rehearsal room to speak with Daemon. You wanted to tell him that you weren't expecting anything from him, even though the truth couldn't have been farther from it.

“Hey” you said to Daemon as you knocked on the door of the rehearsal hall and they all passed a look at each other before Daemon excused himself and walked towards you, he grabbed your arm harshly and pulled you outside.

“What are you doing?” he let go of your arm as he spoke, he seemed upset.

“Calm down..I just wanted to talk” you chuckled to lighten up the moment but it didn't really work.

“About what?”

“Daemon”

“It was just sex..we are adults ..we were both drunk and we had sex..that's it..” he was talking to you as if you were five and didn't really understand the situation.

“I know I just–”

“Are you going to be a clinger now? Really? I like you y/n i do ..but only as a friend” his tone was offensive and that only infuriated you further.

“You're being a jerk, you know that?” he chuckled as you said that but then his jaw clenched.

“Really? Didn't seem to think so when you were moaning my name in bed like a whore?”

You slapped him on the cheek, his words were really hurtful not only because he was being mean but also because you actually liked him and you had never been spoken to this way before so it really bothered you.

“I thought we were friends -”

“We are and that's why I was hoping you won't create a scene”

“I just wanted to talk” you raised your voice so he glared at you.

“About what? We slept together..big deal”

“Okay now i know that..forget that i said anything” you turned around to leave and he didn't stop you or anything.

He didn't care at all.

Daemon huffed as he went back to the rehearsal room. What was he thinking last night? Well that was the problem he wasn't really thinking, Lily was talking on the phone while Cole came to him and looked at him suspiciously.

“What was that about?” He asked Daemon to which he responded with a sigh,

“I messed up..we fucked last night..I fucked y/n..don't tell Lily” Daemon said hurriedly

“Why not? She's not your girlfriend anymore” Cole asked, there was a look of amusement on his face.

"I can't afford for her to think I'm messing around. She'll realize what she's missing out on and come crawling back.”

“What about y/n?”

“What about her?” Cole looked at him so Daemon rolled his eyes “We are adults, we were drunk and had sex..big deal” he repeated the same words he had said to you even though the guilt had started to creep in already.

He wasn't a mean bloke, especially not with girls like you but he had been the biggest arse of the century just now.

“Does she feel the same way? she doesn't seem the type to sleep around either” Cole asked him curiously.

“I don't care”

“Cool..so I have my shot open here huh ?” Cole winked at him and Daemon's smile faded, now sure he didn't want to date you or even sleep with you again but then why did the thought of Cole having sex with you made him feel uneasy?

Memories of your body underneath him last night flashed through his mind throughout the day, the way you looked so beautiful and how you responded to his touch and – no he had to stop thinking. He was just feeling guilty for hurting your feelings or whatever, he had a sweet friend in you and he had ruined that now with his big mouth.

At night as they played again at the entertainment center, his eyes looked around for you but you weren't there and he felt even more horrible so once their set was finished he took the lift to the lower deck and made his way to the employee's quarters to go see you. With bated breaths he knocked on your door.

“What do you want?” You asked him as you glared at him.

“I'm sorry about this morning” his voice no longer held the hint of insulting arrogance as before but that doesn't mean you were ready to forgive him.

“Fine..you can go now”

“Y/n..can we just talk?”

“No i hate that..I hate talking and i definitely don't need a speech ..it was my fault too..i knew you were hung up on someone so I should have been more careful” your eyes teared up as you spoke, making your voice quiver and you despised the way your body has betrayed you just now by being so fucking weak.

“I like you y/n..as my friend and as my neighbor here”

“I just told you I hate the talk”

"I know, I know, I just wanted to let you know that I'm not just some total wanker who did this just to hurt you, yeah?” you crossed your arms as he said that.

“Okay I get that”

He nodded but he didn't know what else to say to you so he wished you a good night and decided to go to sleep himself as for some reason this thing between you two had really bothered him.

For several days, you successfully dodged any potential encounters with Daemon. Though you noticed him watching you from a distance whenever you guys bumped into each other in the mess hall or the entertainment center but you understood that it was nothing more than guilt and embarrassment on his part. You did your best to keep your distance but one night when you noticed that he wasn't performing with the band, your concerns grew.

“Hey lily..where's Daemon tonight?” You asked her as you met up with her at the bar so she gave you a smile as she turned away from the gentleman she was speaking with

“Ohh he had a headache so he's in his room”

“You mean the migraine?” you asked her so she chuckled.

“Yeah same difference”

You excused yourself as you wanted to check up on him now as any other neighbor would. He brought you a gift basket when you had cramps.

You were just being a good neighbour.

You made your way to his quarter and knocked incessantly but when he didn't open after a few knocks you decided to twist the knob and see it for yourself.

“Lily is that you?” You rolled your eyes as you heard his low and gravelly voice.

“No it's someone you don't want to see”

You neared the switch board to turn on the lights as you spoke.

“Don't turn on the lights please.. it hurts”

You sat down on the bed as he said that and then you huffed as you laid down next to him, albeit maintaining a proper distance from him..you didn't want to come across as a clinger.

You turned your head to look at him as your eyes have now adjusted to the dark, he was shirtless and had placed a cold towel on his face, that probably helped with the symptoms.

“Does my perfume bother you? I'll go if it's intense” you said to him so he reached for your arm, you were thankful for the darkness because you didn't want him to see how much he was affecting you.

“No stay…distract me”

“How?”

“Sing”

“I'm awful at singing”

“Try”

You sighed as he said that.

“No.. I'm not going to sing. You know sometimes I get this smell of wet wood around me even though it's not there and then I have this intense headache..is that a migraine?” You asked him so he pulled the towel away from his face to look at you.

“Could be”

You didn't say anything after that so he cleared his throat before he spoke again.

“Y/n”

‘mmm”

“I'm sorry”

“It's okay..it wasn't just you..i should have been careful and i should have known better” he chuckled as you said that

“Well I'm not sorry about the night ..I'm sorry about how i treated you the next morning”

You couldn't help but smile as he said that. Well at least he was feeling something.

“Well perhaps you're not a jerk after all”

“Thank you..that means alot to me”

“Why?”

“Because you're my friend and I have grown to really care about you y/n”

You went to sleep that night worrying about your blooming feelings for the man that you knew would never feel the same way about you.

You fell into a deep slumber that was only disrupted by the sudden chaos that erupted around you in the form of screams and the wailing of sirens. As you woke up the warning red light in the room was flashing continuously,

“Attention, this is the Captain speaking. Our ship is taking on water, and we need to abandon ship immediately. I repeat this is an emergency. We are experiencing a major breach in the hull, and our lifeboats and life preservers are ready to be deployed. Do not try to save your belongings. Your safety is your first priority. We repeat, this is an emergency”

A sense of excruciating fear washed over you as you heard the message on the speaker, your life was about to change forever.

"Abandon ship immediately”

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year

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Here we go, some past stuff for the Crowlien au, where Crowley first meets Aziraphale, and a bonus.

Warning: no body horror but we do have some mentioned bigoted language

On with the fic!

Crowley had been an engineer on Paradise 4 for a while now, but had lived there his whole life. He wasn’t an Earth-born human, his family coming out here ages ago like many other humans, to live in space, because Earth was... well...

Shit.

Really, if you weren’t rich, it was either dying in dangerous conditions in the lowest levels, or fucking off to a small space colony station to find a better planet somewhere out there to eventually fuck up. Still, Crowley was fine with his life, he didn’t mind his job, especially since he was finally now going to work on actual space missions for scavenging and mining. His life could honestly be worst, the most he dealt with were bigots towards his outfit choices when he went out to the local bars and clubs, or his tendency to say ‘fuck gender’.

His co-workers were asses, he knew that much, having met them in training, but that was normal, they didn’t like new guys in this kinda work until you could prove yourself. They also didn’t like that he was also their commanding science officer, meaning he had other jobs, but engineering was his passion.

The captain of the mission was some smug man who probably got the job cause of daddy’s money. Crowley wanted to punch his teeth in when he heard his smarmy comment about how the higher ups always liked to put a faerie or two on a mission for points.

There were others, a mix of ups and downs in terms of companionship, but there was one member of the mission that Crowley had yet to meet. A new recruit to the traveling missions, a newly licensed doctor. Every mission needed a doctor, and Crowley might be the science officer, but he wasn’t a doctor.

Well... he had a doctorate, but not that kind.

He was meant to meet the new man, a Dr. Fell, today, since they’d probably be working closely together on this mission to Titan to scavenge a crashed unmanned ship and to take some samples from the icy surface. Apparently, Mr. Fell wanted to meet at some little, fancy cafe in the main hub of the colony station.

Crowley had no clue who to look for, but apparently Dr. Fell did, as he heard his name being called by a rather posh voice. “Dr. Crowley! Dr. Crowley, over here!”

A few people were glaring in the direction of a man who was standing at a table, already set for tea, who was waving around a hand. He was dressed as if he were in one of those old Earth films that were set in the 1800s, and it oddly fit his cherubic face and near-white curls.

Crowley swore he felt his damn heart hiccup.

What the hell was that?

He slunked over, hands shoved into his pockets before taking a seat, practically boneless as always. “Yo.” He greeted with a little two-finger salute.

“Good afternoon.” Dr. Fell smiled at him. “You arrived just in time, I hope you don’t mind, I ordered us the tea sampler, I heard it’s quite delectable!”

Glancing at the table over his shades, worn to protect his sensitive eyes, artificial lights gave him the worst migraines, as did the sounds of them, he looked at the little display tower of tiny cakes and treats. There was a pot of tea already prepared, along with a dish of sugar and a pitcher of milk. “I didn’t pour you one, I was unsure of what you’d like.”

“What sorta tea?”

“The house specialty, it seems to be an apple and floral tea, it smells divine.” Dr. Fell said as he took the pot and poured himself a cup, then added a dash of milk, no sugar. Crowley poured a cup for himself, added enough milk to make it cream in color, and then five sugar cubes, much to Dr. Fell’s horror. He smirked before taking a sip, oh, that was good. “I have a hell of a sweet tooth.”

“I can tell.” Dr. Fell scoffed, but Crowley could see a smile behind the rim of that cup. “So, Dr. Crowley,”

“Crowley, no need for titles.”

“Ah, then you may call me Aziraphale. I know, it’s a mouthful.”

“Nah, sounds Biblical, nothin’ wrong with that. As long as your not pretentious about it.”

“Uhg, like Gabriel?”

Crowley raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh? You’ve met him?”

“Of course I have, and goodness, the ego on that man! Telling me how I should be feeling so thankful and privileged to be working for him! And then he went on and on about how he came from a long line of officers, even back during his family’s days on Earth! Yes, yes, that’s great and all, now what exactly am I doing on this mission? Oh, you’re going to tell me about how you’ve never had a failed mission? Great.”

Dr- Aziraphale paused, and suddenly looked embarrassed and a little worried. “I’m sorry, was that cruel of me to say? He is our boss on the mission after all.”

This caused the redhead to pause, then burst into laughter, knocking his head back. He knew people were looking at them again, but he didn’t care. He chuckled and sat back up, rubbing at his eye. “Gosh, you’re a bit of a bastard, aren’t you?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.” Aziraphale sniffed, but he clearly wasn’t denying it.

“I think you and I are going to have a great time working together.” Crowley leaned forward, lowering his shades just a bit to give him a wink. Aziraphale looked flustered again and quickly popped a tiny cake into his mouth to distract himself.

A friendship quickly blossomed and Crowley specifically requested that he’d only work on missions if Aziraphale was with him. They worked well together for ten years on missions all over the outer Solar System, and during those ten years, they got closer.

And closer.

And eventually Crowley was pressed up against a wall, having the best damn kiss of her life after she went out of her way to save a set of books that were nearly destroyed by some fellow crew members on a mission. Apparently, they were contraband, but Crowley suspected that it was just because they were a bunch of assholes who hated Aziraphale.

So, a little rescue mission happened and she found herself being kissed by that beautiful man with the angelic name she had been crushing on since their first mission.

Now, they had another one to go on, apparently there was a signal that got picked up and they were being sent out to investigate, and maybe to grab some parts if it was from a crashed ship. One of Crowley’s tasks to do before they were prepared to head out was to look over files for the crew, for the ship, the usual.

He sat his computer, typing away as he looked at the green text on the screen. Bentley was curled up next to him on her little cat bed, sleeping away the day, which he wished he could be doing, but work needed to be done. He finished looking at Hastur’s file before opening up the next one, and realized it was Aziraphale’s.

But it wasn’t the normal one he was given.

Oh, it looked just like the standard files, but Crowley had been looking at Aziraphale’s for ten years, so he could easily notice any differences.

Age, height, weight, all correct. Name, correct, same with birthday.

But species was wrong.

Species were something that had been in the files for ages, long before Crowley started his job. Humans were the majority, but there were androids and robots now, they could be counted as employees for companies, even if they were often treated like less than garbage most of the time. Crowley was an advocate for robot and android rights, humans had no need to think of them selves as superior when they really weren’t.

All the times Crowley had seen Aziraphale’s file, it had read human. But right now, the file showed android in the space.

Frowning, Crowley typed quickly, looking through the files for Aziraphale, checked the systems and everything. He backtracked, trying to see if it was an error, but something was wrong. As he looked, he found locked away files, and a little hacking let him inside.

Project Eastgate.

Crowley looked at only a few files, system blueprints and diagrams, programming, and reports.

All things from missions Aziraphale had been, all updates on his body, all upgrades to make him look like he was aging and adapting.

It was too much, and Crowley exited the files, made it seem like he hadn’t opened them. But he sat there, hand over his mouth, eyes on the screen where he was looking at the profile image of his boyfriend.

An android.

Aziraphale was an android.

Crowley... hadn’t noticed, he had no idea. Did Aziraphale know?

No, no he didn’t. The files noted that it was important that Aziraphale continue to believe he was human, he must never know except in an emergency.

Fuck.

Crowley ran a hand through his hair. “Bentley, what do I do? Should I tell angel that he’s... well... he’s a droid?”

Bentley made a little ‘brrm’ sound, tilting her head in his direction. She slowly blinked, and started to purr. She looked so happy and content and Crowley felt himself relax.

“You’re right, knowing this... it doesn’t change anything. He’s still Aziraphale, he’s still our favorite fussy bastard who likes tartan and giving you snacks when I’m not looking.” He scratched under her chin before looking back at the screen.

No, he won’t say a word. He will know, but he won’t tell Aziraphale, he didn’t have the heart to do so.

Crowley doesn’t care what Aziraphale is, but they do worry later on when they find out that he knows the truth later on when it’s just them surviving on the ship. They do lie when Aziraphale asked if they knew, Crowley... they just can’t tell them that they knew.

Also, yeah, a little reference to the 1941 book saving. :) Aziraphale was crushing on Crowley at the time and decided, fuck it, time to confess with a romantic kiss (and a small bump to the back of Crowley’s head against the wall).

#good omens #crowlien au #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #john's drabbles

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