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Alex snapped into the house with fresh angst dripping off them. “My new nemesis is the BBC,” they declared, not for the first time. “They will release Good Omens seasons 3 right this instant or face my wrath!”
Morgan looked down at their sweet baby bug. “Hawk, you know that the BBC is perfectly fine," they said in a baby-voice sing-song. "Daddy won’t get all their historical mini-series if they unleash their wrath.” They swept down and peppered Hawk’s forehead with kisses.
“You don’t know that,” Alex muttered sullenly. “I have ways. Dastardly, evil ways.”
After a pause to listen telepathically, Morgan answered Hawk. “Yes, you can go meet Ducky at the park. Remember, Diego is picking you guys up there in 1 hour. Don’t make her look for you, and no heroing before she gets there.”
Another pause. “I don’t care what your other friends are doing, Hawk. I’m your Dad. You and Ducky can either wait here for Aunt Diego, or you can give me your word and mean it.” Soft smile. “That’s my kid. Have fun.” After a quick round of hugs, it’s out the door.
Morgan turned back to Alex. “So Good Omens, what’s up with that? It’s been out for, like, a year and half.”
“I just did a rewatch with the guys,” Alex said, sliding bonelessly onto the couch. “It has such a tragic ending for what should be the most magical kiss.”
“You and Ohio? Not what I would have guessed.”
“No, my normal friends. You know, my friends who aren’t heroes and villains. We stan the Ineffable Husbands.”
“Oh yes, your friends who are terrified that I’ll get you killed because I’m married to Alex the S-Tier Villain, so I can’t hang out with them anymore. Those ones?” Morgan asks sarcastically, but without any real heat.
Alex huffs a laugh, “Yeah, they're the best. Ride or die.”
“Mm-hmmm,” Morgan hums with an unseen raised eyebrow.
“God! They are just so hot together,” Alex continues, lounging backwards and stretching out their stupidly tall length. “Ugh, David Tennant is always (whistle), but he’s actually pulling off my eyes. It seems like anyone would look hot in these, but so many people just can’t handle it. It’s impressive how Tennant does it.”
Morgan doesn’t look up from random the gadgets they have started fiddling with. “Well, his eyes don’t glow golden in the dark. And his look more like a snake, but yours are more like a cat. So, it’s not like he really has your eyes.” Something in their tone suggested that it’s Tennant’s eyes that didn’t measure up.
Alex looks up at Morgan’s familiar, shaggy silhouette. As they watch Morgan for a moment, a warm, soft smile begins to suffuse their face. They decide not to comment. They are going to tuck away the fact that Morgan has been thinking about how their eyes glow.
“But yeah, he’s like a 10,” Morgan added, apparently satisfied the thingy was screwed correctly to the whats-it.
Alex froze. Jealousy and an idea both teased in their mind. What way to play this? “Hmm, so that’s your type,” they said casually. “Tall, thinish, willing to have a good brood now and then?”
Morgan blinked once. They hadn’t been expecting the conversation to take this turn. It normally didn’t when Alex was on one of their rants about TV romances, but it wasn’t the first time their partner in crime had teased them like this. They decided to play along.
“You know, Alex,” they said, looking up slowly to make eye contact, “that I have a broad pallet when it comes to attraction. My exes certainly haven’t had one physical type.”
Alex reveled in the prolonged eye contact. They dropped their voice into a lower pur. “We certainly know what commonality you self-select for. I guess a demon would be a good choice.”
“I’ve certainly made worse ones before.” Morgan made a small self-deprecating laugh, but without any recrimination behind it. “So, yeah, if Crowley came knocking on my door, I’d let them in.”
Alex reminded themself to breathe. Rolling onto their stomach, they held Morgan’s gaze. “Good to know,” they murmured softly. “And if you were in Good Omens' London, with Crowley knocking on the door, who would you be when you answered it?” Alex restrained themself from licking their lips, but couldn’t stop themself from scanning their eyes over Morgan from head to toe.
Morgan noticed and suppressed a shiver. It didn’t stop them from feeling the electricity spark in their body, though. They frowned when thinking about the question. “Well, cannon Crowley and Aziraphale just need to be the ship, but I can’t picture myself as an angel. It’s too close to being a hero.”
“No, you’re my villain,” Alex agreed. “Sometimes, my anti-hero, when you’re feeling honorable.”
Morgan frowned automatically, but their mind was busy solving the puzzle. “There are those demons that look like the young black, kid with goth makeup and the hair that looks like anime fox ears.”
“Oh, yes, Eric. Very cute kid. Nice look, always dying though.”
“Yeah, I figure I’d be one of him. A lot better looking than many demons, but also blends in. You can still do a heist as that guy. Some of those other ones, security is showing up before you get into the building.”
“You know what?” Alex asks, sounding very amused. “I think I really like that for you. Cute, but practical.” They stand up slowly, allowing time for their body to uncurl.
“Yeah?” Morgan asked, starting to feel just a little off kilter for the first time.
“Yeah,” Alex said firmly.
They started taking the few steps needed to close the distance between the two of them. Their form started to change. Their hair lightened to an auburn red and lifted weightlessly into a poof in the front. Their fan service body softened from washboard perfection to incredibly hot dad. Most of all, two black wings spread out comfortably behind their back. When they finished, Crowley stood half a step away from Morgan.
“Knock, knock.”