#do androids dream of cyborg angels au

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Hello! Sorry to hear youre in quarantine, I hope youre doing ok :)

Would you want to write something for your do androids dream of angel cyborgs au?

The prompt in your list "i like you. A lot. Like a lot a lot" seems like it could be extremely cute

It's been ages since I've worked on this au!

That is a good prompt, perfect for them. :)

For those new to the au, it's a future-based au with Crowley as an advanced android (who was originally naked AJ0440) who accidentally develops free will and had escaped. Aziraphale is a cyborg who runs a bookshop (that technically is just barely avoiding being illegal) that also doubles as a repair shop for out-of-date androids and cyborgs.

On with the fic!

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"It's a shame," Aziraphale commented as he opened the door to the roof of his shop, "that the blasted lights and neon display images make it so hard to see the stars here in town."

"That's fine, angel, it's the thought that counts." Crowley chuckled, following behind with a blanket, in Aziraphale's hands was a small basket.

It was a clear enough night to have the moon seen, though stars were harder. Still, Aziraphale thought it would be a nice gesture anyway, to spend a bit of time out on the roof to just enjoy the night, some wine, and each other's company.

"Still, it would have been nice to do some... oh, I dunno, constellation spotting? Is that what one calls it?" Aziraphale turned, pouting a bit.

Crowley smiled and patted Aziraphale's shoulder before moving to lay out the blanket, his fingers blinking pink as he set it down as perfectly as he could. "Sure, you can call that. But it's fine, angel! I'm sure we'll have a good night!"

He wasn't going to point out that his eyes could filter out the light pollution, and he could see the stars, but Aziraphale didn't need to know that. He took his friend's hand and helped him get down, Aziraphale's leg had been aching, came with the changing weather, he had said.

Aziraphale gave him a gentle smile, which has Crowley's insides whirring loudly. This human has such an effect on him, it's... it's a lot that had been building up within Crowley.

A lot that he really needed to get out of his chest. He hoped it wouldn't backfire, emotions are... complicated. And difficult. And sometimes free will was a muddled mess, but if humans could live with it, so could an android.

"I picked an excellent year for us." Aziraphale said, opening the basket, setting out the bottle, then grabbing two glasses. He also pulled out a small covered dish he had prepared before, something that Crowley wasn't really going to touch. Food wasn't completely necessary, but he could use the wine as bio-fuel. And it was delicious, that was a plus.

"Thanks." Crowley replied, watching him before glancing up at the sky. He could see small movements of satellites and air crafts, lights blinking and displaying messages from projections. He adjusted his eyes and they were gone, he could see natural lights, from stars and reflections off planets.

"Are you alright, dear?" Aziraphale asked, and Crowley saw him giving him a concerned face. "You're making odd noises, are you overheating? Your lights are flashing too. Goodness, do we need to do a systems check?"

"Uhh... no, no, it's not that." Crowley shook his head, glaring at his hands before shoving them into the pockets of his jacket. He sat down, grumbling, but Aziraphale kept watching him.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

Crowley looked at him, seeing him under the lights of SoHo, of the moon, of the faerie lights that he and Aziraphale put up last week because the cyborg thought it would look pretty.

Aziraphale looked pretty.

Crowley sighed, turning to face him properly. "Angel, listen... there's something that's been on my mind for a long, long time. Something that I've been trying to understand, something that I don't think androids normally feel. I mean, I know that Francis does with Ashtoreth."

He grabbed for one of the glasses that Aziraphale has prepared, taking a sip from it. "And... well, I've realized something about what it is."

"What is it, Crowley?"

Mismatched eyes stared into hazel, and Crowley knew this was his last chance. "I like you. A lot. Like a lot a lot."

Aziraphale blinked. "You do?"

"Yes. I'm aware that these sorts of things don't normally happen with androids, we're technically not supposed to feel emotions, obviously. But I do. I feel things for you, lots of things. Lots of things that overheat my systems, lots of things that make me feel like I'm gonna blue screen when you smile at me, or laugh, or tell me sweet things. It's just... holy shit, it's a lot? Do you know?"

"Yes, I do." Aziraphale said softly. "It's a lot, I understand, because I like you too, Crowley. A lot. More than I had expected, which is not a bad thing. It's a wonderful thing."

They looked at one another, and they didn't say anything else. It was better not to, it so just... it was nice, looking at the sky, holding hands, just being... them.

--

I like the idea that they don't have to say everything, they understand, they completely understand how the other feels. It's a lot, but it's good.

#good omens #ineffable spouses #ineffable husbands #do androids dream of cyborg angels au #anthony j crowley #crowley #aziraphale #john's drabbles

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Crowdroid and cyborgiraphale?

Just a quiet afternoon of limb repair and listening to your android boyfriend make dirty jokes about a novel from your collection

#do androids dream of cyborg angels au #john's art #good omens #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #ineffable husbands

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Follow up prompt! Given that Crowley goes pink light up. Them chilling in bed, and Aziraphale using Crowley as a reading light by complimenting him every few minutes.

(Or just them being cute and having a nice time to recover, but like. Gotta make the most of that feature)

Okay! :D This can be post-the previous story, when they're back home.

Warning: cyborg Aziraphale (though not mentioned) and android Crowley

On with the fic!

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The bedroom was probably the best place in the whole bookshop, in Crowley's opinion. It was safe, comfortable, and the best place to nap when not needing to charge. Crowley already did that earlier, during dinner.

He wanted to be free to cuddle his angel without any cords or whatnot in the way.

He set his wig on the shelf in the spare room, his old room, and began to undress for the night. He had no reason to bathe this evening, so he just slipped on shorts and a sleeveless top, his see-thru parts on display. He could cover them up, easily, but he knew that Aziraphale liked them.

He smiled a little, his fans humming. He was safe and at home with Aziraphale, he didn't have to go back.

Crowley left his old room and found Aziraphale already in bed, in their now-shared room. Aziraphale had a book in his lap, not opened, he was looking at Crowley with a gentle smile that made the other's body LEDs blink.

"Ready for bed, dear?" He asked and Crowley nodded, moving to get into bed. "Shall we read tonight?"

"Hmm... a little, yeah. A chapter or two."

"Sounds good." Aziraphale pulled Crowley close, wrapping one arm around him while using his free hand to open the book with ease. He started to read, it was one of Aziraphale's favorites, by Jane Austin. Crowley liked her works well enough, but he liked things with more action.

However, he liked listening to Aziraphale read aloud more.

He closed his eyes, listening to the gentle voice of Aziraphale as he read about Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, feeling fingers in his hair. His sensors picking up on the delicate touches, the gentle scratching at his scalp.

Crowley didn't need to breathe, but he still let out a content sigh. He heard Aziraphale's heartbeat from how close his head was positioned on the other's chest. Aziraphale was doing well, no trouble had come from encountering Prince, just a minor scare.

His angel was safe.

He was safe.

All way right with their little world-

"Oh!"

Crowley frowned, opening his eyes. "Hm?"

"Look at you." Aziraphale cooed, smiling.

Crowley was confused, until he picked up that the room was not exactly the warm yellow that it had been from the side table lamp's light.

There was a very bright pink glow illuminating the room.

Crowley looked at his shoulders, his fingers, before touching his face. He couldn't see his cheeks, but his eyes picked up on the glow coming from under the synthetic skin.

"You're lit up like a Christmas tree!" Aziraphale said, excited.

"I've glowed before." Crowley said, dumbly.

"Oh yes, but never this bright. I know your lights sometimes show your mood, how are you currently feeling?"

"Confused." The android said, looking at his hand, at the brightly glowing pink finger tips. They made his faux nails, painted blue, a purple-ish color. "But before then I was just... content. Relaxed, and very happy to be in bed with you."

Aziraphale's smile grew and he pulled Crowely into a tight hug. "You feel that way around me right now?"

"All the time, probably more so now due to what happened earlier." Crowley replied before squirming a bit to get closer to his angel's face. "You make me feel safe and happy."

"And you do the same for me, darling." Aziraphale said softly, and they were kissing.

Even with his eyes closed, Crowley could still tell that he was glowing, and it was much brighter than before. He was sure that their neighbors could see the lights through the window blinds.

--

Crowley's emotions can be seen through his lights, which is probably not something his systems should do. If he was like any of the other models, it would probably be more of an aesthetic thing along with being used for a mild light or an indicator if something was wrong with the android.

Aziraphale loves the lights, Crowley can school his face to show no emotions if he wanted to, but the lights give him away. It's cute.

#do androids dream of cyborg angels au #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #john's drabbles

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Hello! A while ago you wrote a few short fics of a good omens android au where crowley had escaped servitude and aziraphale fixed him up. I really loved that one, but I havent seen you write it in a long time, so if youd rather not continue thats fine too! But would you mind writing a little more of that au with maybe 12, 13, 17, and 20 from the prompt list?

Normally, I try not to take more than two prompts in one request, but because these four are very similar, I can make this work.

nervous embarrassment around them (blushing, fidgeting etc)

complimenting their appearance

noticing their individual quirks

clumsy attempts at flirting

Warning: Crowley is an android known as AJ0440 before choosing the name Crowley for himself, Aziraphale is a cyborg and technically goes by the name Ezra at this time (he doesn't really let people know his real name. This is still early in their friendship and Crowley is crushing hard at this point.)

On with the fic!

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Despite how much AJ0440 enjoyed having freewill, such a very rare and nearly impossible thing for androids like himself, it was also a right pain in the neck for him.

Having freewill meant that he had emotions, he probably didn't need to have them, but he sure adapted to them being part of his everyday life. Especially since his escape and his rescue by Ezra. And said human was really making him learn more about these new things for him.

He wasn't stupid, he could research anything within the network he was connected to in order to get answers, but archives didn't really explain things to him so easily when it came to increased spinning of his fans, or how his LEDs flashed and glowed for far longer than they needed to whenever Ezra said something nice to him, or looked at him in certain ways.

Or when Ezra was just, well, doing anything. AJ0440 caught himself watching Ezra the other day as he went about the bookshop, restocking his books. He never kept them in a specific order that made them easy for any 'customers' to find, AJ0440 had picked up quickly that this way only Ezra knew where his books were, and like hell he'd ever let a customer know where they were!

He had watched the cyborg as he sorted them by year of publication along with the city where they were published. He watched as Ezra would mutter to himself as he read his books to figure out where to sort them, or how he hummed along with the music he put on, sometimes even gesturing as if he were conducting the music himself.

AJ0440 stopped watching when he felt his chest cavity get too hot and had to leave the room.

This happened far to often and so he consulted his files, the archives, anything to try and figure out why it was that made him like this.

Apparently, these emotions were related to attraction, infatuation, joy, admiration, pride, excitement, and... well...

Love.

Love was not a concept that he was used to, he didn't love anyone, until Ezra, he didn't even like anyone. But all signs pointed that this might be what was happening.

AJ0440 had to dig deeper, and that meant looking into the human concepts of love and romance, since he discovered that platonic was close but not quite, and it wasn't any form of familial love. So, he watched movies as he went about his day, playing in his systems as he helped around the shop.

He learned that romance was, in a lot of human media, rather the same sort of thing. Romantic comedies were terrible, communication was necessary, and romantic dramas made him upset. Also, there were quite a lot more heteronormal romantic relationships than anything else and that was... confusing.

But he did pick up on quite a number of things in these films, and even some books he flipped through.

Humans liked compliments, and they liked them to be a bit flirtatious.

AJ0440 wasn't sure how to go about doing that.

Still, he was going to try.

He found Ezra bent over his work table in his robotics lab, trying to pick up something off the floor. AJ0440 stared at him, let out what sounded rather like a very fake cough (probably because he had no need to do such an action), and stumbled horribly through his attempt at flirting.

"H-has anyone ever told you that your backside is, uh, quite scrumptious?"

Ezra sat up quickly and turned to look at him, confused. "Excuse me?"

"I... I mean, I've heard that when someone's posterior looks quite soft and large like yours, it's like cake! A-and humans like that...!"

The man just stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "AJ, are you trying to tell me you like my arse?"

AJ0440 heard his eyes click as he blinked. "... No. I am simply making an observation."

There was a knowing smile on Ezra's lips as he turned back to his repair job. "Alright, whatever you say, dear."

The android turned quickly and left the room, he swore that Ezra was sitting in a way to make his backside stick out a bit more. The laughter that followed his departure was not helping one bit, bookshop was suddenly being bathed in way too much pink light from the quickly retreating android.

--

Crowley spoke a bit more... eloquent in his early days with Aziraphale, before he quickly adapted to the more typical way Crowley talks when he learned he didn't have to do that.

It also makes his attempts at flirting hilarious because he sounds too proper.

#good omens #do androids dream of cyborg angels au #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #john's drabbles

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

For my android au, Aziraphale is teaching Crowley how to properly read books, rather than just registering binary into words.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #john's art #do androids dream of cyborg angels au

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Okay, after some more thought, for android Crowley au, if you are looking for prompts; Don't remember whether they are in hiding or not, but Crowley and Aziraphale, whether in the shop or out and about, meeting, maybe not Crowley's old owner, but someone from that person's circle, someone who aaaaalmost recognises Crowley but not quite, you know? Feelings that might inspire?

Crowley and Aziraphale are meant to be hiding in plain sight, so being spotted can be... dangerous. :)

Warning: future au, human/cyborg Aziraphale (uses the fake name Ezra), android Crowley

On with the fic!

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It was a date, that's what this was.

It wasn't the first, there have been several between this one and the first, but it was still all so new and amazing to Crowley. He smiled at Aziraphale, who happily thanked the waiter who placed their food down on the table. Crowley wouldn't eat much, he only had the very basic need to 'eat', it'd have to be something liquid, a bio-fuel, but Aziraphale would happily finish off the miso soup for Crowley.

The android smiled as he watched Aziraphale mutter to himself at the tray of different sushi pieces before him, not sure where to start. "How about the spicy tuna one?" Crowley suggested. "I know you love those ones."

"Ah, I do." Aziraphale smiled, taking his chopsticks up and using them with an ease that came from many years of practice. Crowley felt his inner fans burr with life at the nearly orgasmic moan the cyborg made when he popped the sushi into his mouth.

If it wasn't for the dark clothing and gloves he wore, Crowley was sure his see-thru parts would wash this restaurant in pink lights.

He decided to distract himself with his miso soup, taking a small sip, before nearly dropping the spoon when his eyes spotted a familiar figure further in the room. He must have made a noise because Aziraphale asked if something was wrong.

"N-nothing, don't worry. It's just... hot soup."

"I highly doubt that. I know you have pain sensors, but not on your tongue." Aziraphale said quietly, the other patrons didn't need to hear that Crowley wasn't human.

Crowley made another noise before lowering the volume of his voice. "Angel. Someone is here."

"Who?" Aziraphale asked and turned around to look and Crowley hissed.

"Stop, stop! Don't-!" He clicked his mouth shut when he saw a glance of ice blue eyes look in his direction. Fuck.

Aziraphale looked worried. "Dear?"

Crowley felt his insides going too fast, his core temperature rising when the figure rose from their seat and excused themself from the table with whoever it was they were with. Despite their smaller stature, Crowley knew from experience how dangerous they were.

The figure stopped at the table and glanced between the two of them, Crowley was doing everything to avoid eye contact. He hoped his shades and the wig he wore would hide him well enough.

"Can I help you?" Aziraphale said to the person next to them. "We are trying to have a lovely meal right now."

Crowley glanced at the person, who was glaring at Aziraphale. "You're that wanker from Heavenly Industries' brother, yes?"

"Depends... on who is asking. I am Ezra Fell."

"Hm. Bealze Prince."

Crowley could see Aziraphale's body tense, just for a second. Bealze Prince was the vice president of Ninth Circle Inc, the company that teamed up with Heavenly Industries to make Crowley's model.

A model that is not really avaliable to the public.

A model that was meant to be perfectly obedient, but Crowley didn't exactly follow protocol.

If Prince recognized him, he'd be taken away. He'd be brought back to be reworked, decommissioned, scrapped!

Or worse.

He'd be returned to-

"This is my date, Crowley, and we'd very much like to be left alone." Aziraphale scoffed, clearly irritated. "I understand that you and my brother like to do business sometimes, but I am not involved with the company, I run my own business. If you wish to discuss bureaucracy, you'll have to call up Gabriel."

Prince glared deeply at him, if looks could kill. "Crowley, eh? Ah, so the rumors are true. Or, at least, the nonsense your brother was spouting about you having a girlfriend."

They looked Crowley up and down. "No offense, Fell, but you could do better." Then they paused, smirked, and snorted. "Nah, I think she could do better. Enjoy your dinner."

The two watched them return to their seat and resume whatever discussion they were having. Crowley slumped in his seat, if he felt hunger, he was sure he would have lost his appetite.

"The nerve of that-!" Aziraphale huffed, inhaled, then slowly exhaled. "Crowley, dear, are you alright?"

"I'd like to go home, if that's alright." He mumbled.

"It's quite alright. I'm sure we can enjoy our dinner together in peace at home. I've got a delicious sake to go with this at home, no need to get a bottle here." He waved down a waiter and politely asked for to-go containers and the check, something had come up and they needed to leave.

Crowley frowned, he'd ruined dinner, the date, hadn't he?

"That's enough of that, darling." Aziraphale tutted.

"I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to. I can see it as clear as day on your face. It was not your fault our dinner got interrupted. We can have a lovely time at home where we are left alone and kept safe." He reached out, taking Crowley's hand.

His smile was gentle with understanding. "You're alright, Crowley."

"I..." The android shut his mouth, nodding, giving Aziraphale's hand a small, careful squeeze.

He was alright, he was safe with his angel.

But for how long?

--

In case you're wondering why Beelzebub called Crowley a girl, it's due to Gabriel having met Crowley in a previous one-shot when they presented as a woman. He assumed Aziraphale had a girlfriend and seems to have bragged about this to other people (he's rather homophobic in this au, but he's a villain of sorts, so yeah).

Also, once again, I must influence you all to associate Crowley with pink because that would be such a good color on him (and a number of other DT characters).

#do androids dream of cyborg angels au #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #john's drabbles

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Here’s a little bonus story for the android au, sometime later down the line with Aziraphale and Crowley, before a relationship starts and before Crowley finds out Ezra is really named Aziraphale, and Crowley finally decides on a name.

For this, Crowley is called AJ, short for the serial number AJ0440. However, the android had discovered gender and is playing with them, so for this one-shot, the pronouns are they/them.

As for eating, I was considering that Crowley can’t eat, why make an eating android, but then I realized that biofuel can be used through processing foodstuff (there’s this delightfully soul crushing mini anime that DT was in about robots where they made biofuel from fruits and stuff). So, Crowley can eat just a tiny bit as backup fuel, like an extra charge. But not a full-on meal, no, there are robots that can do that to process the food into biofuel for other robots. 

On with the fic!

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“I don’t often go to the little shops,” Ezra started as he walked down the streets with AJ’s arm hooked around his own, “but they sometimes have just the thing I need!”

“Did you really need me to come along with you for this?” AJ asked, not that they minded, they loved going anywhere with their angelic cyborg, but a little trip to a shop didn’t seem like much.

Still, being anywhere with Ezra was a blessing for them.

“Well... I figured we could go to the park afterwards, I know you like to feed the ducks.”

That they did, AJ had grown very fascinated with the little waterfowls. Such simple activities were not really required of their original protocol and purpose, but since gaining free will, they greatly enjoyed the little joys in life.

“Ah, here we go.” Ezra stepped into a small store with AJ. “Have a look about, I just need to grab a few things. Pickout something if you see anything, alright?”

He left them to stand by the door and AJ looked around, toying with the sleeves of their hoodie, before noticing colorful items. A quick scan indicated that the items were makeup and nail polish. AJ had tried makeup before, and rather liked it, 

They looked at their fingers though, at the translucent tips, where impressions to make it look like they had fingernails were. They feared that painting over the fake nails might be bad, what if it didn’t come off? But... they wanted to try out nail polish, they had seen humans with it, it always looked so nice.

They picked up a few bottles, red and black, and a lovely, sparkly silver. They wanted them. Maybe they could paint Ezra’s nails! Oh, but he likes blue and gold. Maybe they could get those instead?

Then AJ spotted something next to the polish, a little packet of things. A smile came to their lips and they snatched those up, along with a blue bottle and a gold, bringing them over to Ezra. “I found things.”

“Oh?” Ezra blinked and looked at the bundle in their arms. “Oh, those are lovely, did you want to-?”

“Yes!” 

“Alright, I can get those for you.” Ezra said with a smile that always made AJ wonder if it made their pupils change shape.

--

“I’m thinking about getting some ice cream.” Ezra spoke as they sat on their favorite bench, the android next to him currently opening up a package of fake fingernails to put on the ends of their fingers. “Did you want anything?”

“Huh?” AJ looked at them, blinking behind their shades. “Ice cream?”

“Yes, uh... oh, that’s a rather dumb question, do you even eat?” 

“I... I can. It’s not something I really need to do, but if I consume a small amount of food, typically in a soft, more-liquid like form, I can process it into extra fuel for my internal batteries if I am not close to a charging station.”

“Would you like something?”

“I could eat something small, yeah.”

Ezra nodded, excusing himself to approach a cart nearby. AJ returned to looking at the nails and started to process of trying to put them on each finger correctly. Once secured, they dug through the bag, careful to not knock the nails off, for the silver nail polish. 

Ezra returned before they could start to apply, holding a strawberry lolly and a vanilla with a flake, holding the latter out to AJ. “I hope this is okay.” 

“This is fine, thanks.” They took the frozen treat, sticking out their tongue to give it a lick.

“Can you taste? I know you said you can smell things, but how is your sense of taste?” Ezra asked as he sat down, licking his own treat. 

AJ blinked. “Ah, well, it’s... I can taste, I have a very strong sense of taste, actually. I was programmed to be able to taste my owner’s food for them before they ate, in case of poison.”

“Goodness!”

“I was created to serve people of power and money, they tend to have enemies.” AJ shrugged.

“Gosh, glad I don’t really have enemies.”

“What about those men in dark suits that sometimes try to come into the shop?”

Ezra smiled, but there was ice to it. “Oh? Those gentlemen? They know better than to bother me, once I have a little talk with them.”

AJ wondered if they should question Ezra more on that, but their angel was a brave, strong, dangerous man when he wanted to be, so they shouldn’t worry. “You live a weird life, angel.”

“I suppose I do, but I like my life.” Ezra smiled. “And you?”

“I love it. Look at me! I’m in the park, attempting to eat ice cream, wearing fake nails, which I’m totally painting silver and black cause that’d look so cool! And look, there’s the ducks! And that swan that tried to eat your pocket watch! It’s a beautiful day, and I’m not stuck being yelled at my some asshole who treats me like garbage. Instead, I’m out here with my best friend, having a nice day.” AJ said, grinning, leaning against their human. 

An arm slipped around their shoulders, keeping them close. “Same here, my dear. And when we get back, you can paint my nails, if you’d like?”

“Really? You want me to?”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice those other colors you picked, I know you want to.”

AJ’s grin grew and they wiggled closer, before biting into their ice cream, much to Ezra’s dismay. 

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #john's drabbles #do androids dream of cyborg angels au

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Here’s part three for the android au, which probably needs a name.

There is talk about ownership, if that makes you uncomfortable, but it can easily be skipped. Aziraphale is very against the idea of owning a robot or android in such a way that Crowley was programmed to be. 

On with the fic!

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“Ezra Fell is now AJ0440′s new owner.” AJ0440 said in a monotone voice, before he blinked, then smiled. “Hello, Ezra Fell.”

“Oh dear.”

Aziraphale must have looked very bothered by this because AJ0440′s face slipped into a worried frown. “Do you not wish to be my new owner?”

“I...” Aziraphale gritted his teeth, not sure what to say. “Look, as nice and trendy as people make it seem to have an android, or even just a robot, in their homes to do things for them... I can’t really condone it. It feels like... well... like owning a person.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t want to own you.” said Aziraphale, looking at his lap. 

Androids and robots were now the big thing of status, to own one showed that you had the money to do so, that you were living better than most. Yes, androids and robots worked in the service industry, but they worked with humans too, on a surprisingly equal footing in some places, but the new need to actually own them, have them as personal servants or...

It felt wrong, so very, very wrong.

Maybe Aziraphale was bias, he liked robots and androids, he treated them with the same respect he treated humans. Hell, he even tipped them, which wasn’t seen as the best thing to do by humans. Maybe it was because they were always nice to him, maybe it was because he was a cyborg now, or maybe it was because he was saved by an android during the war, he didn’t know.

He didn’t want to own this android, that much he did know.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not my place to own you.”

AJ0440 was still frowning, not looking very unsure. “I... I have to have an owner.” He said, sounding worried.

“No, you really don’t.” Aziraphale tried to smile. “There are many robots and androids who are able to not be owned, in fact, I know a lovely droid who owns a-”

“No, Ezra,” AJ0440 held up a hand, “I mean, I have to have an owner. Or else I go back into... factory reset mode.”

“What?”

The android shifted, fiddling with a tool left on the table, such a human action. “It’s in my programming, that I’m meant to belong to one owner, and one owner only, unless they decide they no longer want me or they die. If I am without an owner, I’m shut down and back to factory reset mode, with no memories and anything of my previous time online. Technically, I’ve went against this, yes, but I was able to get a new owner due to the damage done by the crash.”

Mismatched eyes turned to look at hazel ones. “I don’t want to go to factory reset mode. I like... I like me.” 

If it wasn’t for the fact that his chest was still opened, or the translucent parts of his body, Aziraphale would have sworn he was looking at a frightened human. In all his years, Aziraphale had never seen an android this life-like. 

“I... I won’t shut you off, AJ0440.” Aziraphale said, swallowing. “I guess I’ll be your owner, but please don’t think of me as such, alright? Think of me as a... friend.”

“Friend?”

“Yes, we’d be on equal footing, you wouldn’t have to do everything I say, I wouldn’t have control over you. We’d be friends.”

AJ0440 seemed to be taking a moment to process this, before a small smile came to them. “Friends. I like that. Then we’re friends, Ezra Fell.”

The cyborg nodded, smiling himself. “Yes, we are, AJ0440.” Part of him wondered if it would be rude to give him a name, but he’d leave that up to the android to decide.

“Let’s finish you up and then I’m going to make some tea and relax for the evening. Do you need to do anything?”

“I will have to sit down and charge, and do a systems check on my own.” AJ0440 replied, sounding a bit annoyed with the tasks. It was so strange, he had so much personality to him, was that part of his programming?

“Well, if you’re bored, you could look around a bit before then.” Aziraphale said, having him lay back so he could start sealing up the damaged skin covering.

AJ0440 blinked. “You’d let me wander?”

“As long as you stay in the shop and not break or damage anything? Yes. Now, let’s get this finished up, shall we?”

--

The angel, Ezra Fell, had taken his leave with a cup of tea up a flight of stairs in the bookshop. He had told AJ0440 that the outlet for charging was in the workshop, so he could sleep on the table if he wished, or maybe grab a chair from the reading nook, if he wished to be comfortable.

Comfort, Ezra offered him comfort. It made something in AJ0440′s chest warm, work a little faster. Weird. And speaking of comfort, Ezra had left AJ0440 borrow clothing, to wear while his uniform was being washed. It was a button up that didn’t fit him well, and what appeared to be sweats that he had to readjust the waistband strings for. It wasn’t necessary, the android had thought, but it seemed that Ezra wanted him to be comfortable in clothing.

And, well, they were comfortable, even if they were ill-fitting. Much better than the uniform, AJ0440 loathed that sad excuse for an outfit. A blue button up and black sweats were much better than that monstrosity. 

They said their goodnights, it seemed that the human lived upstairs, above the shop. AJ0440 wanted to go up and explore, but he didn’t think he had permission to do so. He knew he could look around the shop, he was allowed to browse among the books, so he decided to do that. 

From what AJ0440 was able to research using his connection to Ezra’s computer, books were what humans used to read for years, before ereaders and such became the norm. Books are harder to come across, and are more often used for research or private collections.

AJ0440 had to wonder if that was the case of the shop, was it really a store? 

As he walked, AJ0440 took notice that his walk was... slightly off. Ezra did an excellent job reconnecting his leg, but the damage he took seemed to have left him with a limp, a saunter to his walk. At least he could move, that’s what mattered. 

He reached out, taking a book from a shelf and opened it. He found a drawing on the inside, it appeared to be of a human man and woman, dressed in clothing that appeared to be from the sixteenth century. He wondered what the story was about, he couldn’t...

Trying to read the words was strange, he knew what each letter was, he should register the words, but his eyes wanted to register binary codes, like he was meant to do. An ereader or tablet allowed for that, but he couldn’t read the book.

He wanted to read the book.

He frowned and set it down, he’d ask Ezra about it in the morning, humans needed sleep, he didn’t want to be rude and ask for help now. Not after the angel had been so kind and helped him already, albeit illegally.

Something about that made AJ0440 very giddy. How dastardly for someone to go against the laws, fixing damaged androids like that! He was grinned as he looked around.

The android found all sorts of strange odds and ends with the books, statues and globes, things that were clearly very old. He even found an ancient gramophone. He was tempted to play it, but feared disturbing his ow- his friend.

Friend, friend, friend. He muttered to himself, liking the word, he liked it much more than owner. Owner felt cold, cruel, like a clawed hand around AJ0440′s throat. Friend felt nicer, warmer, like... well... a hug. Not that he’d ever been hugged, but he had seen people do it, and it seemed nice, comforting.

A large, black book that stuck out of a shelf on its spine caught the android’s attention. Carefully, AJ0440 pulled it out and looked at the cover, still unable to register the words.

That, however, didn’t stop him from opening it up anyway. 

Inside were photos, beautiful photos. Things beyond this world. Plants, stars, moons, galaxies and nebulae.  

AJ0440′s eyes widened, his fans kicking into high gear. He closed the book, holding it to his chest, before going to find the reading nook. He set the book down on a chair and then carried it to the workshop. He found the charging outlet and sat the chair down near it.

Searching through the cords in a drawer that Ezra told him about, AJ0440 found a cord that worked for his charging port and got about plugging himself in.

He sat himself down, prepared to spend the night charging and looking at the beautiful photos of outer space, to see what was far beyond this little planet he found himself on. 

--

Aziraphale yawned as he made his way down the stairs, heading for his little kitchenette downstairs, where he kept his morning tea for work days. He wondered how his guest was doing as he passed through the shop, glancing about. Everything seemed to be in place, aside from one of his Shakespeare’s being left on top of one of the shorter shelves. 

He raised an eyebrow at that, but decided to take a small detour before going to the kitchenette. He looked into the workshop and was surprised by what he found. 

AJ0440 was in one of his comfy, reading chairs, curled up in rest mode, clutching Aziraphale’s copy of The Big Book of Astronomy close to his chest. The man couldn’t help but to smile at that and approached quietly.

He knew androids could go into rest mode and look like they were sleeping, but this was so... well... adorable. He reached for the quilt that rested on the back of the chair and draped it over his new friend, who seemed to respond by curling up more, smiling just a little in his sleep.

It made Aziraphale’s heart ache, why would anyone leave someone, be them robotic or organic, to die in the streets like what nearly happened to AJ0440 last night? 

And... why was he out in the streets anyway? 

Where was his original owner?

Aziraphale decided not to think too much on it, he’d just have to ask AJ0440 later, when he felt ready to talk about such things. For now, he was going to let the android continue resting. 

--

Crowley has now gained a massive interest in space, which could hint to a future outing to a planetarium, or to go stargazing~? 

Also, the story that Crowley tried to read was Much Ado About Nothing.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #crowley #aziraphale #john's drabbles #do androids dream of cyborg angels au

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Hold on, I’m not done with the android au just yet, I want to write the next part.

Warning: damaged android, pain 

On with the fic!

--

Aziraphale set the android down on the table and started up his computers. The android looked nothing like the ones he had gotten used to over the years, and the few he had snuck into the shop to help fix up. (He wasn’t going to let good service androids go to waste at his favorite places to eat if they had a little problem or a damaged part!)

“You must be a new model.” He commented as he started to grab tools, not sure what he needed, but there were average ones that always needed to be used.

“I...” The android tried to speak, seizing up for a moment, then tried again. “I am AJ0440, a Crawly model...” 

“Crawly model...” Aziraphale repeated, his eyes wide as he turned to look at AJ0440. 

They were the newest personal droid, only for the richest people, the most elite! There were reports of only two or three being owned, due to how expensive and how limited this run was, which meant that laying damaged on Aziraphale workbench was an android worth more than his whole business and home put together.

“Good lord.” He squeaked out, surprised to see a shaky smirk come to the android’s lips.

“Impresssivvvee, right?” He asked, body twitching, before he let out a pained sound.

“Alright, let’s get you fixed up.” Aziraphale frowned, getting over his shock. “I’ve never repaired a model like you before, so please tell me what to do. I know I should turn you off, but it would be very helpful if you’re online.”

AJ0440 stared at him, worried clear as day on his face. “Are you... registered to repair androids?”

“Uh, well... not exactly. Are you going to report me?”

Aziraphale suddenly felt nervous, AJ0440 could report him, he’d be in a lot of trouble, and he already was toeing the line with his books as it was. 

“I... I can’t do that.” AJ0440 replied. 

“Why not?”

If I do, I-I-I... couldbereturned and then scrapped for runningaway!” He was glitching worse now.

“Shoot.” Aziraphale hissed under his breath and reached up, starting to undo the buttons of the ugly uniform jacket that AJ0440 wore. “I won’t turn you in if you don’t turn me in, alright?” He tried to smile, and got a scared nod in return.

Once the jacket was opened, Aziraphale looked at what happened from the hit and run. It was clear that the damage was done to the insides, along with the leg and the arm. Luckily the arm was an easy enough fix, the leg would require careful reattachment, but the insides were going to be a problem. 

There was synthetic skin over the torso, so oddly human and lifelike. There were freckles, which Aziraphale noticed were also on AJ0440′s face, and hair that was a rusty red. If Aziraphale didn’t know any better, he would have sworn he was looking at a real, human torso, but the lumps underneath were clearly damaged, dislodged mechanical parts. 

He also noticed that there were small tears, where a dark, golden fluid was coming out, a type of oil or lubricant. Luckily, Aziraphale knew what type it was, he had it on hand, newer models were using it as a cleaner lubricant for their joints and pistons. Even electric models needed working parts that self-lubricated, yes? 

“How do I... is there a seam?” Aziraphale asked and a shaky hand, with strange fingertips, came to rest on the android’s chest. The hand lightly tapped a small sequence under the collarbone and Aziraphale heard a soft hiss. He hadn’t seen it before, but there was just the faintest seam running down from the base of the throat all the way down to right above the pelvis.

The seam opened and the chest and stomach opened like two doors. Aziraphale was surprised to see the insides, they were so advanced, and creepily human-like. There also seemed to be more see-thru parts, almost in an aesthetic pattern, but with the flesh covering them. 

“How’s it look?” AJ0440 asked.

“Do you not register the damage?” 

“Damage... registration is malfunctioning.”

“I’ll have to look at your hard drive then.” Aziraphale frowned and grabbed for a few cords, hooked them to his computers, and brought them over. “Can you plug yourself in? Don’t worry, I’m on a home-based system, I’m not connected to any companies.” 

He watched as the android inserted each of the cords into the proper ports without looking, though his hand was shaky. 

“Alright, that should allow you to work on fixing your systems while I work on the more physical stuff. Looks like things got knocked about, easy enough to repair, I’m sure!” Aziraphale said, trying to sound cheerful.

But he noticed that AJ0440 seemed distracted, eyes looking every which way. “What are those?” They asked, eyes on a shelf nearby.

“Those? Oh! Books! They’re part of my book collect, those ones are on robotics and such.”

“Books.” He blinked with a click, as if taking a picture. “What are books?”

Aziraphale paused. “You... don’t know what a book is?”

“It’s... not in my files to know. Except the verb book, but not the noun. Not what I am looking at.”

“Oh, uh, let me show you then!” He got up and grabbed one, presenting it to AJ0440. “This one is on an old device humans used to use to get around, called a steam ship, this is from the late 1800s.”

AJ0440 blinked again, looking at the book, trying to register what was being shown to him as the pages were flipped. “It is filled with words.”

“Yes, you’re meant to read what is inside of them, and some have lovely photos and illustrations.” 

“I can’t...” AJ0440 frowned. “I can’t register what the words say.”

“You can’t?”

“Everything is digital for my-my-my sysstems.” He twitched painfully. “I only read... digital things. B-binary code! Register logos through imagggeeesss in my files-! IT HURTS!” 

Aziraphale set the book side and winced as he watched the parts inside of AJ0440 sputter and released more of the oil, trying to function properly. “Oh bother, alright, back to... back to work. 

Aziraphale worked quietly, sometimes asking if anything was connecting. AJ0440 gave small answers, though the cyborg couldn’t help but notice he still seemed to be looking at the bookshelf.

“Do you...” AJ0440 asked in a quiet voice. “Do you like to read? From paper, not screens?”

“Very much so.” Aziraphale said, putting on a set of goggles and starting up one of his soldering tools. He needed to seal the leak coming from a metal part, he hoped that AJ0440 doesn’t feel the pain. 

“Why?”

“I find it rather comforting to be able to turn the pages of a book without having to just swipe my finger or click a button. I like the touch of paper and getting lost in a book without having to worry about the battery dying either.” 

“Is... is it nice?” 

Aziraphale was surprised by the questions, the curious questions that he never expected an android to ask. They were normally programmed with specific things to ask, to not be curious unless if the health of their owner was in question. 

It was rather... nice, oddly enough.

“Oh, very much so. I love it, I tend to find myself reading daily. I mean, I do own a bookshop after all!” 

“Why am I not meant to know what a book is?” He seemed to not be glitching out as much, his internal systems must be repairing themselves.

The cyborg frowned, sitting up straight as he finished with the repair, moving to grab for another tool. “Possibly because they are deemed ‘useless’, not necessary when you can just download everything now. But that is censored, books aren’t always.”

Golden eyes blinked at him. “You’re like a criminal.”

Aziraphale stammered, flushed, which seemed to make AJ0440 smile. “I-I am not! I am a respectful member of society! I just happen to not like how things are always done around here, that’s all!”

This made the smile grow, it was so human-like. “You’re strange. Different. I like it.”

The human wasn’t sure what to make of that, he just coughed and turned back to his work. The silence was broken by more questions, quiet, a bit nervous, as if AJ0440 was worried he would get in trouble for asking, but Aziraphale replied to them.

AJ0440 seemed very curious of the books and the knicknacks he could see from where he was lying on the bench. He kept asking about all the odd objects he couldn’t register, and seemed very fascinated with Aziraphale’s answers.

He also kept asking about the books, as if that was the most interesting thing in the shop and not himself.

When the repairs on his insides were done, Aziraphale worked on his arm. It really was a simple fix, but he was surprised to find that the upper arm was covered in the clear material as well, showing his shoulder joint. “How come you have these casings?”

“I... think it was meant to make me less human-looking, but appealing in a way that made me and my model stand out against others.” 

It was rather lovely, and Aziraphale noticed that it wasn't a one-hundred percent translucent, it was a faint pink, seen in just the right light. “It is appealing, I rather like it.” He said and AJ0440 looked at him, surprised.

“You do?”

“I’ve never seen an android like you before.” Aziraphale smiled. “You’re very unique.”

“That’s... a bad word for me.” 

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I think I might.” Aziraphale frowned softly.

It was quiet again before he got the arm working again. “And now for your leg.” 

“My leg...” AJ0440 sat up, staring at the leg that sat on another table, having been set aside. “I don’t think I can get that working again.”

“I can, trust me. I know a thing or two about lost legs.” Aziraphale said, much to the android’s confusion. 

He helped to get the pants off of AJ0440, wincing at the damage to the hip socket, it wasn’t too bad, but the torn ‘skin’ was unsettling. “I’ll have to seal the skin here and on your torso when I’m done, is that alright?”

He got a not in reply and Aziraphale grabbed the leg, getting to work on carefully attaching it once more. He had to be careful with the wires, these parts are so delicate.

“What did you mean?” AJ0440 asked.

“About what?” Aziraphale asked in return, grabbing for his pliers. 

“About... lost legs.”

The cyborg paused, glancing up. “I lost my leg in the war.” He said simply.

“But you have legs.”

“Heh, a cybernetic prosthetic, my dear.” He sat back and pulled up his pant leg, showing the leg appendage he had been using for years now.

AJ0440′s mismatched pupils widened, a fan somewhere in their chest cavity spinning loudly. “A cyborg.”

“Yes.” Aziraphale smiled softly. “So, trust me, I know what I’m doing.” 

Of course he did, he’d been doing his own repairs for years. AJ0440 asked about the leg, though seemed to know better about asking how he got it. He seemed more interested in how it worked, if it was connected to Aziraphale’s nerves and the like. 

Aziraphale answered his questions like before as he worked on the repairs, before he finally got the leg in place. They did a test, where AJ0440 got it moving, like they had done with his arm. “Good, glad it’s working, now to seal up the skin. Best to do that with your chest cavity closed.”

He got up and went to his computer, starting to disconnect him from the systems, until he noticed AJ0440 pulling on the cords. “Oh, no, don’t do-”

There was a strange noise that came from the android, almost a dialing up noise as his eyes went black. Then they came back, and he looked right at Aziraphale. He reached out, placing his hand right against the side of the man’s head, right where...

Oh no.

The citizen chip was implanted. 

“Ezra Fell is now AJ0440′s new owner.” AJ0440 said in a monotone voice, before he blinked, then smiled. “Hello, Ezra Fell.”

“Oh dear.” Aziraphale said, this can’t be good.

--

One: can’t do a futuristic story with robots and stuff without there being a cliche citizen registration thing, yeah?

Two: Crowley’s uniform sort of looks like the Ood uniforms, but with red accents to it, and no gloves. 

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #john's drabbles #do androids dream of cyborg angels au

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Here’s my android Crowley and cyborg Aziraphale meeting Ashtoreth and Francis!

On with the fic!

--

“Do you think they’ll like me?” Crowley asked, staring out the window of the train, watching as the countryside passed them by. It was rather beautiful out there, so much different from the city. Still, they were nervous, toying with their skirt. A warm, soft hand was over their own and they looked at Aziraphale.

“They’ll love you. Ashtoreth is very excited to meet you, she wants to see who finally captured my heart. And you’ll like Francis. He’s a bit odd, but he’s a very sweet man. Just... don’t make comments about his teeth.” 

“Why? What’s wrong with his teeth?”

Aziraphale winced. “A previous owner’s child hit him in the face and knocked his teeth out, the replacements are a bit... big.”

Crowley wasn’t sure what to make of that, but that would be dreadful, ill-fitting replacement parts, they didn’t like the idea of that happening to them. They liked their parts, thank you very much. 

“Oh, we’re almost at the station. Ash should be here already.” Aziraphale said as their train started to slow, and Crowley saw that a small train station was coming into view.

Once it came to a stop and they could get off, Crowley scanned the area, looking for a woman in black with red hair, and spotted her sitting on a bench. Aziraphale seemed to notice her as well, his smile huge. “Ash! Ashtoreth!” 

The woman turned and Crowley was surprised to find, well, that there was a strange likeness between themself and her. How curious! She smiled, gave a small wave, and approached them with an elegance that Crowley would love to have.

“Aziraphale, it’s been ages.” She said, her voice soft and her accent registered as Scottish to Crowley. She gave him a kiss on the cheek before her attention was on the android. “And you must be Crowley, my, you are a lovely one, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, uh, you’re rather pretty yourself.” Crowley replied, then wanted to slap themself.

Still, she smiled sweetly at that. “Thank you, dearie. Come, let’s get back home before Francis starts to worry. Oh, Aziraphale, dear, did you bring your tools like I asked?”

“I did, what happened this time?” Aziraphale asked as the trio walked. 

Ashtoreth sighed softly. “Oh, Francis got into a bit of an accident, again. You’ll see the damage when we get to the house.”

They approached a black car and Crowley gasped, starting in shock and awe at the absolutely beautiful machine before them. Black, slick, and so very, very gorgeous. “I take it you like my Bentley?” Ashtoreth asked, clearly pleased with Crowley’s reaction.

“She’s perfect...” 

“I should hope so, she’s my baby and I keep her in tip top shape!” Ashtoreth gently patted the hood of the car and it was then that Crowley noticed her hand.

The skin was bone white, covered in a gloss, with painted and etched flowers into it, vines weaving around her fingers, coming from somewhere hidden under her sleeves. “Your prosthetic is beautiful as well.” Crowley commented and Ashtoreth’s painted lips turned up in a smile. 

“Thank you, now, let’s get going.”

Aziraphale made a face as he got into the backseat, Crowley taking the front passenger seat. “Do hang onto something, Crowley.” He warned.

“Why?” 

“Oh... you’ll find out.”

--

Crowley learned very, very quickly that Ashtoreth was like themself, someone who loved to go fast, and for her, that meant driving well beyond the speed limit down country roads.

While Aziraphale panicked in the backseat, Crowley was excited, way too happy about this car. God, they wondered if she’d let them take a spin sometime this week during the visit! 

Sadly, the drive came to an end, but the place they stopped at was a lovely little cottage, where someone sitting on a bench outside of it was waiting for them. The android was quick to register that they were looking at another android, one who was much, MUCH older than them.

He was dressed rather humbly, soft colors like Aziraphale’s, though he had more obvious metal parts that showed that Crowley did. His neck was all metal, no fake skin there, and his lone hand seemed to have lost most of the skin on it. 

His teeth were... a bit big, they stuck out, and his hair was a bit of a mess, but he looked like someone who was very content with himself and didn’t care what others thought.

“There you are!” He said, his accent hard to register for Crowley. “Been wonderin’ what was takin’ so long!”

“Sorry, love.” Ashtoreth said as she stepped out of the car, approaching him to give him a kiss on the head. “Decided to take the long way, Crowley rather enjoyed my driving.”

“Seems that ya finally found someone who does, haha!” Francis said as he got himself up. “Aziraphale, so good to see ya again! Hope you’re up for a bit o’ repairin’! Lost mah hand the other day and I know yer the best at gettin’ it up and runnin’!”

Aziraphale stumbled out of the car, looking so happy to be out of her. “What happened this time, Francis?” 

“He lost it helping the neighbors with a farming project.” Ashtoreth sighed.

Crowley watched them for a moment before approaching carefully, looking at Francis with awe. They’d never seen a model as old as him still working, he should be in a museum. “Hey, I’m Crowley.”

“Ah! Aziraphale’s partner!” Francis said, grinning, taking Crowley’s hand in his own, giving it a firm shake before they both felt a surge of energy, a standard transfer of information. “Look at you, oh, you younger models, so much nicer to look at than ol’ fools like me.”

“Now, now, I think you’re very handsome in your old age.” Ashtoreth commented. “Ages like the finest wine.”

“I should be sayin’ that about you, dandelion.” He gave his wife a kiss and Crowley looked away. A little part of him wondered if they and Aziraphale would ever be that sappy.

They really hoped so. 

“Let’s get your stuff to the guest room, then Francis can get his hand fixed. Crowley, love, would you like to help me prepare lunch for everyone? Ah, can you eat?” The former nanny asked.

“Just small things, I can create biofuel, but I work better with an electrical charge.”

“That’s fascinatin’.” Francis commented. “I run more on biofuel than electrical charges. But that’s cause I’m a gardener unit! I’m meant to take weeds and the like and use ‘em to charge mah batteries! I can do it with vegetation and fruit as well!”

“Really?” Crowley was surprised, they had no idea that gardener units did that, but it made sense. They grabbed the bags and helped to bring those inside, being led through a rather cozy looking cottage interior to a guest room that was done up for them and Aziraphale. 

When they dropped off the bags, they didn’t see their angel anywhere, nor the gardener. “They went to the greenhouse to do the repairs.” Ashtoreth said before guiding the other redhead to the kitchen.

She removed her black sweater, setting it aside to reveal a tank top underneath. The prosthetic went up further than just her hand, it covered her whole arm, her shoulder, and part of her chest. It was beautiful, like porcelain, much different from Aziraphale’s own.

“Was... that from the war?” Crowley asked. “Angel said you two met in recovery.”

Ashtoreth paused in getting out dishes, looking at her arm. “It was from an explosion. When I came to, I was missing my whole arm, it was amazing I didn’t lose my life, my chest took a lot of damage as well, could have lost my lungs, my heart, but I was lucky.” 

She started to get things from the fridge, handing them to Crowley. “Aziraphale was in recovery with me, having lost most of his leg and took damage to his hip and back, but he recovered well. We got talking and learned we had much in common, and after everything, we stayed in contact.”

She smiled a bit. “He’s the one who got me my arm, a former nun couldn’t afford such things. He even helped me get into the nanny business, which is how I met Francis.”

“And how did you two meet?” Aziraphale had given them some details, but Crowley would love to hear it from Ashtoreth’s side. 

“I was assigned to help raise the newborn son of an American diplomat living in London. Francis was already the gardener unit there, and had been for quite a number of years. I remember seeing him during the grand tour of the estate and... well, I thought he was rather cute, he fumbled when trying to tip his hat at me. Then he gave me a flower from the basket he had been using for trimmings.”

Crowley saw the soft look on her face, they wondered if they looked like that when they spoke fondly of their angel. “It was silly, a dandelion, that’s what he gave me. A weed, but it was such a kind gesture, he had no reason to do that. I’d never been given a flower before, and I didn’t know androids did such little gestures.

“Turns out that they didn’t often, and that Francis was different. He’s like you, he had free will.”

“What?” 

“Yes. He got it after being struck by lightning, oddly enough. He was knocked out and when he came to, he seemed to register the world differently. He didn’t see it like how he had before, he saw it with new eyes and wanted nothing more than to live his best life. And I suppose that meant living with me.”

She started to prepare lunch with Crowley’s help, explaining that Francis seemed to have fallen for her the moment they laid eyes on each other. And every morning, she’d find a flower on her windowsill, which was impressive because she was on the second floor of the estate house. Turns out, as a gardener unit, he can make noises to scare off pests and animals if they damage the garden, but he figured out how to attract them. He got birds to drop the flowers on the sill for him.

He even did it during the winter, using flowers from the greenhouse. It took over a year of this before Ashtoreth approached him and kissed him.

They kept their relationship a secret until she retired from being the nanny there, and Francis up and left, following after her. What did he have to lose? They had planned to replace him with a newer model anyway, so why not run off with the love of his life, yes?

Crowley smiled, resting their chin on their folded arms on the kitchen table as Ashtoreth sat with them. “And you’ve been together ever since? You got married?” The ring she had etched into her hand was a clear indication that something happened.

“It was a private ceremony, had it done here. This town isn’t too bothered by our relationship, we keep to ourselves and try not to be a problem. Actually, they seem to like us. And you, love, how did you and Aziraphale meet? He was... vague on the details.”

“I was stuck by a car outside of his shop when I ran away from my previous owner.” Crowley said simply.

“Oh.” Ash blinked. “That’s... that’s one way to meet.” 

“Yeeeaahh, glad it happened though, even if it fucked up my eye and my hip, but I got saved by an angel, and I’m fine with that.” Crowley said, seeing a faint pink glow under their clothes.

Ashtoreth watched them, her expression gentle. “You look like Francis does when he speaks about me. You must really love Aziraphale, don’t you?”

Crowley tensed up, swallowing. “I... yeah. He means everything to me, and not just because he saved me, but because...”

“I understand, it’s hard to explain, to put into words, but you know that he’s special to you.”

“Yeah...” Crowley nodded, grinning a bit. “And the same for you and your husband?”

“Of course.” She nodded. “I love him, flaws and all.”

“Same, Aziraphale is perfectly imperfect and I wouldn’t have him any other way.”

They heard a door open and some light chatter, seeing the two blond men entering the kitchen. Francis was a grinning fool, lifting up his hand and giving a wave at his wife. “All fixed up!” 

“Perfect, thank you, Aziraphale.” Ashtoreth got up and approached, giving Francis a kiss. “And you be more careful next time! Aziraphale can’t always drop what he’s doing and fix you up when you lose a part, love.”

“I know, I’ll be good.” Francis chuckled and gave her another kiss.

Crowley felt their chest warm and they looked at Aziraphale, who looked back at them, shrugging, but smiling. They returned the gesture, again, their mind wondering if they’d be like that one day. 

Lovingly married to Aziraphale, in a small cottage, maybe by the sea, being ridiculously romantic to one another?

An android could dream, right? 

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #brother francis #nanny ashtoreth #john's drabbles #do androids dream of cyborg angels au

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Hold up, I’ve got an idea for the android au. I just got new earrings and I keep toying with them and then it had me thinking, I always draw Crowley with piercings in their ears, maybe the same could be for AJ? 

As always with this au, AJ0440 is an android (who goes by AJ now until he decides on Crowley) and Ezra is a cyborg (is actually Aziraphale, but everyone calls him Ezra). This is before their relationship starts.

Warning: ear piercing with a needle 

On with the fic!

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Really, the idea of modifications to an android was nothing new.

Many models were designed to be upgraded, modified, if it suited the tasks they were designed for. Some owners liked to do modifications to make their androids stand out, make them ‘one of a kind’, in a sense.

AJ, however, wanted to modify himself.

He was unique enough as it was, a model from a line made exclusively for the richest, most powerful people on the planet. He also happened to be the only one of his make and model that had free will, but that's besides the point.

He stared at himself in the mirror of Ezra’s vanity, studying his face. He had been experimenting with things, make up mostly. He really liked playing around with that, his synthetic skin handled it well, and it was easy enough to clean off. But today was not about make up, or even trying on a few of the wigs he had gotten.

No.

Today was about the little pieces of jewelry that sat before him on the vanity. He had gotten them almost on an impulse when he did errands the other day, he wasn’t even prepared for them, yet there they were, sitting before him.

Two different designs to pick from. The first were black, simple orbs, shiny and pretty. The other set dangled, iridescent when the light caught them.

Earrings.

AJ had bought earrings, and his ears weren’t even prepared for them.

“But that’s about to change.” He mumbled, hearing footsteps coming towards the bedroom, and Ezra came in, holding something between his fingers. 

“I can’t believe I misplaced my sewing kit, again.” Ezra frowned. “Luckily, I found it. Not sure why it was on top of the fridge, but I have the needle ready. Are you sure you’re alright with this? Will it hurt?”

“I have sensors set up a bit like human nerves on the places that my skin covers, but I should be alright.” AJ replied, turning to face the cyborg.

“Yes, but as someone had gotten his ear pierced in his younger years, it can smart.”

AJ blinked. “You have a pierced ear?”

Ezra approached and tapped at his left earlobe. There was a small hole, clearly not closed up. “I still wear them from time to time, it’s just been a while.”

“Fascinatin’.” AJ smiled a bit and let the human stand close, his internal systems humming when he felt warm hands gently touching him. “I’m ready.”

“Alright, let’s do this. I even sanitized it, though I’m sure I didn’t need to.” Ezra said softly. AJ just hummed in response, closing his ears as he prepared himself.

He made a sharp sound in response to the needle stabbing his earlobe. “Fuck!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“It’s fine..!” The android gritted his teeth, the pain sensor was shut off for a moment and he felt better. He picked up one of the dangling earrings, holding out. “This one, please.” 

Ezra put it through the new hole and moved to the other ear, where AJ was quick to turn off that pair sensor and the needle went through. This time, a black stud was put in its place.

“Alright, tell me what you think.” Ezra said, putting his hands of AJ’s shoulders.

The android looked at his reflection, perking up as he looked at the simple modifications to his ears. He smirked, turning his head this way and that. “Perfect, thanks angel.”

“You’re welcome.” Ezra smiled in the mirror’s reflection. “Now, if you want more in your ears, or something on your face, you’re getting those done by a professional. I am not responsible for anymore synthetic skin damage.”

“Notes.” AJ replied, too busy admiring his new look in the mirror. 

#good omens #anthony j crowley #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #john's drabbles #do androids dream of cyborg angels au

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I think my android Crowley should have a pet cat in the bookshop.

#good omens #anthony j crowley #crowley #do androids dream of cyborg angels au #john's art

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Please may we have some (slightly) cyborg Aziraphale saving cute android AJ0440 (i think? I may misremember)?🙏

You got the number right! :D

Warning: hit and run, android damage, Crowley deserves better (Don't worry, an angel saves him)

On with the fic!

--

It went against all programming, all protocol, but AJ0440 had no choice, he had to leave.

And leave he did.

He found his chance when his owner was distracted, out of the room. AJ0440 couldn't take it any longer, he couldn't stand the treatment. Yes, he was meant to just smile and accept being yelled at, being shoved around, just like any unit from the Crawly line, but...

But he was different.

AJ0440 was different, and he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

When his owner left the room, angered, AJ0440 quickly wiped the splatter of apple from his face and turned, running. Out the door, down the emergency stairwell, away from the cameras, the elevators, the humans and androids.

He kept running.

Where to? He didn't know, he didn't care. He just had to get out of there.

He ran and ran, and broke through the emergency exit. An alarm went off, but AJ0440 ignored it. His programming wanted him to go back, to apologize, to even clean up the mess that he didn't make at all, but he wasn't going to do that. He ignored his programming.

The android stepped outside and came to a halt.

He had seen the sky before, the city at night. Through office and high rise flat windows, from a luxury car when he went home with his owner to perform whatever task was given to him.

But he was looking up now, with a sense of freedom.

That only lasted for a moment, AJ0440 had to keep running.

People shouted and cursed as he ran through crowds, across streets just as lights changed from red to green. Still no destination in mind, he just wanted to be as far away as his battery would allow him before he needed to charge.

Maybe he could go up north, his files said that Scotland Territory was beautiful, or Wales, that was to the west, right? Maybe south, to the French Section.

Distracted by his thoughts, AJ0440 didn't seem to notice that he crossed too soon, the light was green, and there was suddenly a dangerous shock to his system.

Pain.

Pain. PAIN PAIN PAIN REGISTERING MALFUNCTIONS DAMAGE TO-

DAMAGE TO-

PART _______ NO LONGER WORKING CORRECTLY, REQUEST ____

"Hheelp..." He tried to say, his body was convulsing. Was that the right word? Could androids do that? He lost function in his right leg, his right eye was glitching.

"Helllpp..." He tried again.

People were walking around him, horns were honking. Humans were shouting.

"Get back! Get back! He's hurt!"

AJ0440 looked around, people were parting, but someone approached. The figure hovered over him, a street light bright behind them.

The android recalled a beautiful painting in the lobby of Heavenly Industries, of angels fighting demons, they were surrounded by holy light.

The human above him was the same, but so much more beautiful than any of the angels in that painting.

"H-help meeee..." He begged, if he could cry, could he cry?, he would be. He hurt. Why did he hurt? Androids shouldn't feel pain. Why did they build him with advanced scenes?

"You're an android..." The angel said, frowning not in distaste.

No, this was worry, this was concern.

Concern for... AJ0440?

--

Aziraphale 'Ezra' Fell had been finishing up with his last duties before closing up the shop for the night. He was in the middle of cleaning a few shelves, where he knew people had left drinks when browsing his collection.

Of all the nerve, at least ask for a coaster, he didn't need rings on his shelves.

He huffed and set aside his cleaning rag and spray once he had finished, looking about the shop for anything else that needed to be tidied. When all looked well, he smiled and decided it was time to close. Just as he walked to the door to turn the sign, there was a horrible sound outside, right in front of his street corner.

Even the driver drove off, as if they hadn't just struck someone!

Aziraphale watched in shock as a car came to a sudden stop and a body was sent rolling a few feet from the front. People stopped what they were doing, running over to check on the poor person, only to just... leave?

Aziraphale wouldn't allow for that, how dare people be so careless, someone was hurt!

He threw open the door and ran out, just barely hearing a terribly pained cry for help. There was a small group of people around the poor person, who sounded like a man, were they a man?

Then he saw who was lying on the ground in a very awkward, painful position. He wore a uniform, with a serial number stitch on the side of the high collar he wore, in red thread against the slate gray of the ugly, simple outfit. It was damaged, with dark, growing spots of something that was obviously not blood coming from somewhere under the fabric.

"Get back! Get back! He's hurt!" Aziraphale shouted and people parted, letting him through.

The right side took the most damage, an arm was twisted wrong, the right leg was actually disconnected. The right eye, clearly a digital ocular orb, stuck on what appeared to be a snake-like feature.

The face was shockingly more human than any mechanical person's Aziraphale had ever seen, even the shock of short, red hair looked too natural to be artificial. He was... beautiful, to say the least, but he looked so scared, in so much pain as he seemed to unconsciously reach up at Aziraphale with his left hand, where the fingertips were oddly see-thru, showing just a bit of metal and wiring under translucent skin.

"H-help meeee..." He asked, Aziraphale had never heard someone sound so scared, not since...

"You're an android..." He found himself saying, taking the hand in his own, shocked to find that it felt oddly human, despite the end of his fingers.

"Don't bother with that thing." Someone said. "Not worth it, it's as good as trash now."

"He's still talking, still working." Aziraphale scoffed. "He can be helped."

He ignored the comments people were making as he did his best to pick up the poor android, grabbing his broken leg as well. He should call for someone to take him to get repaired, but...

But there was something in how this android was acting, how he was looking at Aziraphale that made the cyborg realize that it was better to take him to his workshop instead. Aziraphale turned, walking back to his shop, ignoring the looks and jeers he got for even bothering to help an android, and slammed the door shut behind him.

The android was shaking, looking at Aziraphale with two odd eyes, both a strange golden yellow. "It hurtsssss..." He said through clenched teeth. "Why doesss it hurrttt..."

"I don't know, dear." Aziraphale frowned. "But I'll have you fixed up, right as rain again." He said softly, cradling the android's head to his shoulder as he made his way to the back of the shop, where his projects sat.

--

Crowley isn't meant to feel pain, but someone sure wanted the Crawly models to have touch and pain receptors, apparently!

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #john's drabbles #do androids dream of cyborg angels au

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If you’ve read the new one-shot with android Crowley and noticed I mentioned him using a cane, I’ve added this in because I thought over the fact that the guy was fucking struck by a car and took serious damage to his side (his leg came off and his hip is jacked up), so his balance and walk are off.

I figured that, okay, he can walk, but some days it’s hard, his balance is seriously off or his pain receptors react negatively to the damage due to factors beyond his control, so he needs to rely on a cane for assistance. Aziraphale is in a similar boat, considering he’s got a cyborg leg, and some days it’s just best to use a cane to move about.

Disabled androids need a bit more representation, and AJ0440 is a good example for that with this au. 

#do androids dream of cyborg angels au #john's commentary

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I really should be working on deep cleaning parts of my apartment for a potential move in the next few weeks (pray I get this new place, I need more space! My fridge can’t fit in my kitchen, it’s in a different room!), but I saw this post about robots and now I have to write my android Crowley. 

They’re visiting Aziraphale’s hometown and have met the local kids.

On with the fic!

--

Crowley had never had the chance to interact with children before, there was no need for someone like him to do so, unless if his intended owner has a child or children. Even then, it wasn’t a likely chance.

Still, he currently found himself being pulled along to participate in games with a local group of children here in Tadfield known infamously as The Them. So far, in the short time that Crowley had known them, he had taken quite the shine to the small group of creative and chaotic children.

Each had a million questions for him, and he had questions in return. Wensleydale curiously asked how he worked and often asked complicated questions that had Crowley sometimes questioning if he was actually of an adult mind. Or of an accountant mind.

Brian really wanted to see how he worked, but Crowley had made it clear that he was not going to open his ports and chest cavity. Especially around a child who had very sticky fingers.

Pepper, oh, Crowley liked her, clever girl who didn’t take shit from anyone. She seemed to enjoy Crowley’s disregard for authority and gender, as she herself found that to be the right mindset to have. She also seemed respectful of Crowley’s current need for a cane, as the damage to his hip made walking sometimes difficult sometimes.

Adam, now, this boy seemed like he had an imagination that surpassed Crowley’s own. He himself was a cyborg, having been born blind and his parents were able to get him eyes that worked, but were cheap due to being a bit... defective. They glowed red and turned black when he was dressed or angry. Or he could do it whenever he wanted, he figured that out, and he liked to spook strangers with it. 

Crowley liked all these kids, and he had found himself in their little chalk quarry while Aziraphale was off doing something or another, keeping The Them entertained with his answers and such. As they sat on the ground, Crowley had found that Adam’s dog, Dog, seemed to have taken a liking to him and was currently in his lap.

He rather liked Dog, even though he had gotten bit earlier in the day by the little beast. Still, they had come to an understanding, and now he had a furry mutt sleeping happily in his warm lap. Actually, he felt a bit warmer than he normally did, and a systems check indicated that his internal temperature was up.

Curious, was it the warm, summer weather? 

Crowley often wasn’t outside like this, it could be that. Still, he ignored it as he spoke with the group about the really cool, old action movie that he had seen. 

Until Wensleydale spoke up.

“Mr. Crowley, I think your internal systems are overheating.” 

“Huh?” Crowley blinked. “Whatcha mean?”

“You sound like a very stressed out computer.”

“Yeah!” Adam spoke up. “Like when we used Pepper’s computer to play games and it got really hot and we then tried to cook an egg on it.”

“Mum’s still mad about that, Adam.” Pepper replied.

“Do you need some water ‘r somethin’, Mr. Crowley?” Brian asked.

“I’m fine.” Crowley replied, but he was now very aware that his temperature was up again, and that his fans were very loud. “I think Dog is making me overheat though.”

Adam nodded. “Yeah, he likes a warm spot. Best you get ‘im off ya.”

“Right.” Crowley moved to remove Dog, but the mutt let out a soft, content dog sigh and no one dared to move him. He was so cute and content, why ruin it!?

An hour later, Aziraphale found the group in the quarry, a bit alarmed to see Crowley hissing, literally venting through clenched teeth, as The Them were trying to fan him with whatever they had on hand. Dog, happily, was still sleeping sounding in Crowley’s lap as he made sounds that could be mistaken for a very overheated laptop.

“Do I... want to know what’s going on?” Aziraphale asked, and this seemed to wake Dog up. The little beast happily jumping off Crowley’s lap to meet the new comer, while Crowley let out a shout of ‘thank someone!’ before collapsing on his back, his fans still whirring loudly. 

Aziraphale just watched as the kids laughed and continued to try and fan off the android. Maybe he didn’t want to know what the heck happened. 

#john's drabbles #good omens #do androids dream of cyborg angels au #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley

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Would you guys like to see AJ0440′s first shopping trip? 

As always with this au, Crowley is an android going by the serial number AJ0440 until he gets his name, and Aziraphale is called Ezra (but not really).

On with the fic!

--

“I don’t think you can keep wearing my clothing, AJ0440.” Ezra said from across the dining room table.

AJ0440 stiffened, then looked down at the outfit he was wearing. Another button up shirt, with a cardigan draped over it, and slacks that were kept up by a tight belt. None of these items fit correctly on AJ0440′s body, but they liked them, Ezra let him borrow them instead of putting on that dreadful uniform he was actually supposed to be wearing.

This made the android slump in his seat. “Please don’t let me wear the uniform again, it’s a sin against fashion.” Not that AJ0440 knew anything about fashion. 

“Oh goodness, no!” Ezra gaped. “It’s ruined anyway, stained and torn, you don’t need it. I meant, well... would you like you go shopping today?”

“Shopping?”

“Yes, for clothing, specifically for you. I fear that my clothes don’t fit you well, and honestly? The colors aren’t really your style.”

“My style?” AJ0440 blinked, tilting his head. “I don’t have a style.”

“Which is why you need to find one. I don’t think boring librarian works for someone as cool as you.” Ezra chuckled and AJ0440 sat up straight, practically preening at the compliment.

They’ve only known each other for four days now, but AJ0440 had filed anyway every nice compliment and thing the human had said to him since he arrived. No one’s ever praised him before, and AJ0440 wasn’t going to let that slip past him, they are to be saved, cherished, filed away in his memory banks to be fawned over in the dead of night when Ezra was sound asleep.

“I would... I would like to go shopping.” AJ0440 said, grinning a bit, which earned him a bigger smile from his angel.

--

“Why do I have to wear these?” AJ0440 asked, toying with the sunglasses.

“Because, sadly, your eyes might... alarm people, AJ0440. I still can’t get your right eye to change at all, I think it’s stuck like that, and it might startle people.” Ezra frowned softly as they sat on a bus together.

AJ0440 had never been on a bus before, and while it was a bit crowded and had a strange smell to it, it was so... different! It wasn’t a sports car or a limo, it was public transportation! There were humans on the bus, doing human-y things! There were even a few cyborgs, just like Ezra! 

There was one other android on the bus as well, an assistant droid, helping an elderly human. AJ0440 gave a small wave to them, which seemed to catch them off-guard, but they waved in return, as did the old lady, who smiled at him with a mouth that showed missing teeth.

You didn’t get this sort of thing working as the personal android of one of the richest people in the world.

“Is it also to help people not know I’m... well.” AJ0440 asked softly.

“Again, sadly, yes. Many people are still not sure how to react to androids, dear.” Ezra patted his hand and AJ0440 gently took his hand into his own in return, looking at how different they were.

“I should cover up.”

“No, those should be fine. You look so human, people will just think those are prosthetics.”

“But not the eye?”

“I’ve seen how people react to odd facial features.” Ezra grimaced. “Trust me, the shades will help. A lot of people are very judgemental.” 

AJ0440 wondered if it had to do with people who were injured in the war that Ezra said he had been involved with, how he lost his leg. How sad, humans could be so mean for dumb reasons.

“Ah! This is our stop!” Ezra stood up once the bus came to a stop, taking AJ0440′s hand and walked off the bus with him. They were outside of a large store, a Hendrick’s, and Ezra brought him inside.

“Now, normally I go to a tailor, but I figured you didn’t want to wait around for new clothes like I do! And there’s nothing wrong with buying off the rack, sometimes you can find a lovely shirt or two that way.”

“Okay?” AJ0440 stayed close, eyes taking everything in, fascinated by the massive variety of clothing. The only clothing stores he had been to were high class ones, for tailored suits and the like. This was so different.

He liked different. 

“Browse around, love.” Ezra said, gently nudging AJ0440. “See what you like and pick it out.”

“Is... is that alright?” AJ0440 was conflicted, was Ezra really going to get him stuff? No one has ever given him things before except his angel.

The astronomy book had been the first thing, gifted him the morning after he was taken into the shop, and AJ0440 treasured it greatly. Now he was getting more things? Was this what friends did? He’d have to repay Ezra somehow... 

He’d think on that later, now was the time to pick things out.

--

Aziraphale sat on a chair outside of a changing room, waiting for AJ0440 to come out in one of the outfits he had chosen for himself. There was a pile of clothing next to the man, articles in black and gray, a few shades of red and even green. AJ0440 really seemed to like the color green, he really liked the little succulents that Aziraphale kept in his shop window. 

It made him wonder if he should get the android his own plants.

“Does this work?” AJ0440 asked, stepping out and Ezra blinked.

The pants were practically painted on, black as night and clearly from the women’s section, yet they fit the redhead perfectly. He was wearing a belt again, it looked to be of a snake, curious. The shirt was a galaxy print, which seemed to be another thing AJ0440 was greatly interested in, and he wore a black hoodie over it. 

AJ0440 did a little spin, showing that the hoodie had what looked like bat wings on the back of it, and a black devil’s tail.

This made Aziraphale laugh. “Did you pick that out because you keep calling me ‘angel’?”

AJ0440 stopped and turned around, facing him, pouting, looking embarrassed. Aziraphale was sure that if he had blood, he’d be blushing right now. “No! I-I picked it out because it looked cool!” 

“Oh, it certainly is very cool, my dear. An excellent and fitting pick for you.” The cyborg smiled. “That is a very cute outfit.”

“It’s not cute, it’s cool.”

“It can be both.” He laughed. “How about you change back and I’ll purchase these for you, afterwards you can change into them again.”

AJ0440 nodded and slipped back into the changing booth. Then there was a nervous voice from the other side of the door. “Are you sure you’re alright with getting me all this stuff, angel? I mean, I did the math on the price tags, this is really expensive!”

“Please, AJ0440, don’t worry about it. I have more money than I know what to do with.” And he did, thanks to the checks his brother sent every two weeks. He had quite the nest egg now, and then some. A shopping spree was no problem at all.

Especially since he knew he could get everything AJ0440 picked out, and the few items he had looked at longingly but didn’t grab. 

The android slipped out, holding out the neatly folded clothing, now back in his previous outfit. Aziraphale took the clothing and the two of them carried the purchases to a counter. “Oh, dear, I’ll be just a minute, I need to grab a few more items, alright? If you’d like to keep wandering about?”

“Uhh, sure, Ezra.” AJ0440 nodded, shrugged, then went to look at shoes. Aziraphale smiled and turned to the cashier. “There are a few more items I would like to get.”

--

AJ0440 was very excited about putting away his clothing in an old dresser that Ezra had in the shop, having had it buried under some stuff. He said that AJ0440 could use it, and now it sat in the workshop. 

As he dug through the bags, his fingers brushed against some solid objects. “Hm?” 

He pulled out one of the items, a pair of sunglasses he had been looking at, with shields on the side. Had... when had Ezra grabbed these? Wait, was this what he meant about extra items?

Setting them aside, AJ0440 dug into the bag for the other item he had touched, and pulled out a box. Inside was a watch, a very expensive watch, that had caught AJ0440′s attention. 

Yes, he had internal clocks that registered multiple time zones at once, but this watch was just... it was just so cool! It could even work underwater! 

He removed it from the box and put it over his wrist, quickly setting the current time before holding out his arm and admiring it. Oh, he owed the angel so much for this.

“Wahoo.” He said quietly to himself, not registering that his left pupil seemed to change shape, becoming more heart-shaped than it was meant to look. 

--

Aziraphale also got a matching angel hoodie, he only wears it at home because it’s a comfort hoodie.

Yes, AJ doesn’t need a watch, but come on! It’s so cool! I love Crowley’s stupidly expensive watch, it’s very aesthetically pleasing to the eyes for me. 

And don’t judge me on AJ’s choices of fashion, I’d totally wear that outfit. And it’s the future in a sci-fi au, clothes can be weird if they want to be. 

#john's drabbles #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #do androids dream of cyborg angels au