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Aziraphale giggled as her wife’s long tongue licked up her throat. “Crowley,” She said through the laughter. “We have to get up.”
Crowley pulled up, her enchanting gold eyes pulling Aziraphale in. “But my wife looks so beautiful in the morning sun.” Aziraphale giggled as the tip of Crowley’s tail trailed along her toes. “And so round with my child.” Crowley’s hands ran over her pregnancy bump and Crowley rocked just so, her cocks brushing her lips with every rock and roll.
It had been 8 months since Aziraphale’s heat. Lilith had warned her that this was possible, Aziraphale couldn’t quite believe that she and Crowley had managed to create a new life in their first heat together. “Yes,” Aziraphale sighed, laying her hands over Crowleys. A gentle nudge from inside of Aziraphale pressed back against Crowley’s left hand. “Very, incredibly round,”
Crowley growled and pushed her further into their nest’s mattress. “So beautiful,” she whispered in Aziraphale’s ear. Crowley adjusted her arms, one propping herself up, the other finally pushing both cocks in with ease, as Crowley had kept her in bed all morning. “And mine.”
Aziraphale gasped and clung tightly to Crowley, One hand tangled in Crowley’s hair and giving it a firm pull. Crowley growled in response and began to fuck into Aziraphale with slow, deliberate thrusts. The cords of Crowley’s tail wrapped around Aziraphale’s legs, held her just the way she adored. There was a thrill of being captured by the monster, while also never feeling safer. That was always the feeling when they were like this.
“Mine,” Crowley growled, biting at Aziraphale’s bond mark.
“Yours,” Aziraphale agreed easily while kissing her mark on Crowley’s wrist. “All yours.” Crowley picked up speed while trying to make Aziraphale cry out with every thrust.
Time meant nothing to Aziraphale. All she knew it felt like she was locked in pleasure for six thousand years. When Crowley had fully knotted her they were both covered with a sheen of sweat. Crowley nuzzled into Aziraphale’s neck. “I love you like this,” Crowley whispered into her skin. “I love you always, but you’re irresistible now.”
“I don’t have much longer in this state,” Aziraphale reminded her gently. “Any day now.” Aziraphale wasn’t quite sure she was fully prepared for delivery and raising a child, but she was ready to no longer be pregnant.
“And then we will meet our child and I’ll have a whole new love for you,” Crowley assured her.
Aziraphale hummed in agreement. Though being pregnant had been an at times difficult experience, she loved knowing that her love had created a life within her. She truly wanted to meet that life.
Aziraphale felt warm and content and oh so loved as she felt herself slip into a light doze. Pregnancy did take a lot of energy after all.
~~~
Aziraphale woke to the sound of shouting from the village. Crowley shot up, whole body coiled with tension.
Beelzebub entered their cottage without knocking. Aziraphale quickly pulled on a loose dress to cover what remained of her modesty (while Aziraphale had taken to many of the customs and practices of Nagas in general, she was still human and clung to some human traditions, like wearing clothing every day). “There’s a human boat,” they stated plainly.
Aziraphale froze. “Other humans?” she asked. Aziraphale had been the only human on this island in 100 years, according to their records. “Really?”
“Boats pass all the time,” Crowley said with a shrug. “Why should we worry this time?”
“The boat is headed straight for the eastern beach,” Beelzebub explained.
Aziraphale and Crowley exchanged a look. The eastern beach was where they had met, where Aziraphale proposed, and where Crowley had first proven herself to Aziraphale.
Crowley turned back to Beelzebub. “We’ll stay hidden in the treeline, watch until their attentions become clear,” Crowley said.
Beelzebub nodded once and left quickly.
Crowley turned back to Aziraphale. “Stay here,” she warned.
“But I could help,” Aziraphale said, rolling her eyes. Crowley turned and began slithering toward the door. Aziraphale wobbled as she stood, her center of balance having shifted so much in the past few months. Once steady on her feet, Aziraphale walked as quickly as she could, attempting to catch up to her wife. “I’m sure I can smooth over any awkwardness. Communicate without giving them a fright.”
Crowley stopped and her shoulders slumped in defeat. “If they try to hurt you,” Crowley warned.
“I have my knife!” Aziraphale said as she stepped in front of Crowley. She took her wife’s hands in hers and smiled. “And I have you. I’ll be perfectly safe.” She rocked into her rip toes and kissed her wife. “And all this is assuming they come onshore in the first place.”
“My clever, brave Angel,” Crowley said with a defeated sigh. She picked Aziraphale up but continued toward the east.
At the edge of the jungle, Crowley placed her gently on her feet, and then lowered herself into an attack position. “If they come here, you can speak to them, just call for me if you feel unsafe,” Crowley insisted.
“Why do I have the feeling you’ll be out there long before I feel unsafe?” Aziraphale asked with a small smile.
Crowley made no effort to hide the fact that Aziraphale was completely correct. “Because you’re an attentive, sweet, beautiful mate.”
“Could you two stop flirting for five minutes?” Ligur hissed from another part of the jungle. Just because Aziraphale couldn’t see him didn’t mean he wasn’t close.
“Please, you and Hastur are just as insufferable,” Crowley shot back.
“So you agree, you’re insufferable,” Hastur chimed in.
“I will make you patrol the volcano after a shed!” Crowley threatened.
“You’ll never know when I shed. I’ll-”
“Quiet all of you,” Beelzebub hissed. “You’re all insufferable.” Crowley opened her mouth, but Bee continued. “And yes, I know Dagon and I can get that way around her heats but I don’t deny it.”
“We know where we sit,” Dagon added.
When Aziraphale looked back toward the show the boat was much closer. Though it seemed to have come to a stop. She squinted and could see that there was a lifeboat, or some other small boat, being lowered down close to the boat. “They’re going to come on land,” she whispered to Crowley.
Crowley nodded, her eyes locked on the approaching dinghy. Aziraphale watched, her chest filled with a mixture of excitement and fear. Excitement, she hadn’t seen another human in nearly a year. But, what if they tried to rescue her against her will? She didn’t want that bloodshed on her conscience.
The boat made landfall and Aziraphale could make out some of the faces. “Alright, same as before, fan-out, make sure to sweep the whole island,” An older voice said. Aziraphale thought it sounded familiar, but couldn’t place it. All Aziraphale could see the back of his head, white, thinning hair. “We are hoping she’s managed to keep herself alive, though again, she is but a weak and naive omega-” Aziraphale heard the angry hisses throughout the jungle at that, “-She was well-read, and that might prove advantageous.”
“For once,” A snivelly voice added. Aziraphale’s frown deepened. That voice also sounded familiar, but where had she heard it? Had it been so long that any human voice sounded familiar?
“Right,” the older man agreed. “Gentlemen, begin your search.”
The soldiers, all ten or so, began to search the beach. Slowly but efficiently. Crowley began hissing orders but Aziraphale didn’t hear all of it, because as the two men in charge left, there was Gabriel, looking tired and defeated. He sank to his knees and clasped his hands in prayer.
The next thing Aziraphale knew is she was out on the beach. “Gabriel?”
Her brother’s head shot up at the sound of her voice. “Aziraphale?” He asked, his face breaking out into a smile. “You’re alive?”
“You came looking for me.”
“Of course, you’re my sister,” Gabriel stood but as he stepped closer he paused, finally taking In her full condition. “Aziraphale, what happened? Who did this?”
Aziraphale swallowed nervously, trying to find a way to somehow explain the past year or so of her life. “Gabriel, let me-“
“We have to get you out of here,” Gabriel said, taking Aziraphale’s wrist in his hand and pulled her in the direction of the dinghy.
“What?” Aziraphale shouted. She dug her heels into the sand. “Gabriel I can't leave! I’m pregnant!”
Gabriel didn’t spare her a glance. “We’ll have the child taken care of,” he said, “You won’t have to be reminded of this awful time and we can leave this whole tragedy behi-“
Gabriel didn’t get to finish his sentence. Crowley had him pinned to the dark sand with a knife pointed at his throat.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale pulled at Crowley’s shoulder. “Crowley stop, this is just a misunderstanding!”
Crowley hesitated but Gabriel punched Crowley in the face and managed to roll away. Crowley put herself between Gabriel and Aziraphale and Gabriel pulled out a gun, pointing it directly at Crowley.
“Gabriel! Stop this now,” Aziraphale begged. Crowley lowered herself, coiled and ready to strike, should Gabriel move forward, but Aziraphale wasn’t sure Crowley was bulletproof.
“Aziraphale, please, just get to the boat, I’ll hold this monster off,” Gabriel said, cocking the gun.
“Crowley is my mate!” Aziraphale pointed to the mark on her neck. She turned to Crowley, forcing her to look at her. “And Gabriel is my brother,” she said, more gently. “Please, can we just talk for a moment?”
Crowley frowned, but slowly placed her knife on the ground near her. “If this is your brother, then he is a guest of the tribe,” Crowley said, still cautious. “But I still have to protect my tribe, and my mate.”
Gabriel seemed frozen. “I...I wasn’t expecting that it-err-you could--” He slowly decocked the gun and lowered the barrel. He shot Aziraphale a concerned and confused look.
“I know it’s a lot,” Aziraphale said gently. Her mate was nothing like Aziraphale ever expected either, but this was reality now, and she couldn’t be happier. “But if you’ll just hear what Crowley and I have to say-”
“Monster!” a voice down the beach shouted. Suddenly the beach was full of soldiers, both of the tribe and those who had accompanied her brother.
“Stop! Stop!” Aziraphale shouted, praying no one got hurt. “Please, just stop this.” She looked between Gabriel and Crowley imploringly.
“My people will stand down if yours lower their weapons,” Crowley said to Gabriel. “But we will defend what is ours.”
“He doesn’t give the orders,” the snivelly voice from earlier said. Aziraphale slowly turned to where the voice was and now she instantly recognized him. Sandalphon St. Ange. The man she was supposed to marry when fate itself intervened. Aziraphale instinctively stepped closer to Crowley. Her mate. She took comfort in Crowley’s scent, knowing he had no power over her now.
Sandalphon’s father, Metatron St. Ange, stood beside his son. “Give us what is ours, and we’ll be on our way.”
“What, exactly, do you think is yours?” Crowley said, her voice taking on a deep rumble.
“Gentlemen,” Gabriel said, walking forward to the other two human men. “I think there’s some room for discussion here.”
“We’re here for the Lady Aziraphale, are we not?” Metatron asked, managing to sound both patronizing and smug.
“Yeah, we’re here to get my mate,” Sandalphon said.
“You will never put your filthy human hands on what is mine,” Crowley said, circling Aziraphale once, wrapping her tail around her. “Not if you value your life.”
Aziraphale heard more guns cocking, no doubt all pointed directly at Crowley and their friends. “Crowley, please,” She was grateful that her alpha was near, otherwise she’d be even more frightened.
And then Aziraphale cried out in pain and lost consciousness.
~~~
Aziraphale woke up to quiet words and far, far too many scents for the small space. Her hands suddenly grasped her stomach, the little one pressed back against her hand and she sighed in relief.
Her eyes opened to Lillith seated beside her head. Aziraphale was in her own nest, in her own home that she shared with Crowley. Lilith glanced down with a warm smile. “How are you feeling?” She whispered.
“I’d feel better knowing what happened,” Aziraphale confessed as she continued to rub her baby bump affectionately.
“You had false contractions in a stressful situation, and you rushed out without eating,” Lillith said, gently brushing Aziraphale’s curls with her hair. “Your body simply couldn’t handle the stress and demanded rest.”
Aziraphale swallowed, her throat suddenly full. The baby gave her another reassuring nudge. “I-is anyone else hurt?” she whispered.
Lillith shook her head and handed Aziraphale an apple. “No, but it was a close thing. But you should stay here, you and your baby need rest.”
“Your daughter must be thrilled,” Aziraphale grumbled half-heartedly. She took a bite of the apple, she had been quite hungry.
“She doesn’t know yet,” Lillith said, jerking her head toward the front of the house. “They’re still ‘negotiating.’” Lillith rolled her eyes. “Apparently knot posturing is something that comes to both our kinds.”
Aziraphale couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Apparently so.” She took a deep breath and tried to relax some more. “I assume you don’t want me to go out there and try to smooth things over?”
“You assume correctly,” Lillith said. “At least, until you finish your meal.” Lillith gestured to a plate of food.
“Thank you,” Aziraphale said with a small smile as Lillith helped her sit up more.
Before Lillith could respond a blustering human alpha barged into the room. “I was told the patient was in here.”
“Aziraphale,” Lillith said, “is doing much better, thank you.”
“She needs to be examined by a medical professional,” He insisted.
“And what expertise does an alpha bring to this situation?” Lillith asked, genuinely confused. “She’s with child and needs food and rest.”
“I attended her majesty’s finest university.”
“I have given birth and have been assisting others with it since my first heat decades ago.”
“Lillith, why don’t you just let the doctor take a quick once over and discuss his findings with you?” The doctor looked skeptical and Aziraphale continued, “Lillith is the island’s head midwife, an expert on this kind of pregnancy.”
After the Doctor performed his examination (that Lillith insisted on keeping above the clothes for which Aziraphale was grateful), and was forced to agree with Lillith’s assessment, he left. Though he was quickly replaced with a nest full. Crowley, Gabriel, Beelzebub, Sandalphon, Ligur, Hastur, Michael the captain of the human forces, and Metatron all made their way inside. Crowley curled around Aziraphale protectively and glared daggers at Sandalphon and Metatron, who had taken up posts on the right side of the room. Crowley’s men had taken stations on her left.
“How are you feeling my love?” Crowley asked in a low whisper while everyone settled.
“Much better, thank you, my dear. Now could you hand me those grapes, please,” Aziraphale said, nuzzling into Crowley’s neck, inhaling her calming, warm scent.
“Must we carry on with these barbaric and inappropriate displays?” Metatron said looking down his nose at Aziraphale.
“Are mates not allowed to show affection where you’re from, Zira?” Hastur asked in earnest. He nuzzled into Ligur’s shoulder.
“That’s Lady Fell to you,” Gabriel said. Leave it to Gabriel to want to stick to titles.
Michael was watching Lillith carefully. “Where are the rest of your military leaders? You seem to be short a few.”
“We’re all here,” Beelzebub said glaring daggers at Michael.
“Nonsense,” Sandolphon said with a sneer. “My future wife is not the only omega in this room.”
“She is not your anything,” Crowley said, pulling Aziraphale tighter to herself.
“And that’s the heart of the discussion isn’t it?” Sandalphon said smirking, his eyes still roamed over Aziraphale. Aziraphale was grateful for Crowley holding her still, for Aziraphale surely would have flinched away in fear.
“My son is correct,” Metatron said. Aziraphale calmly wrapped her own arms around where Crowley’s held her as a reminder not to punch anyone in the face (Aziraphale had once seen Crowley punch Ligur in the face when making a joke about too many limbs in the bedroom, so there was a precedent).
“What do you mean?” Ligur asked, his voice sounding far more neutral than he let on.
“Lord Gabriel,” Sandalphon began, “after extended negotiations had agreed to betroth his younger sister, the Lady Aziraphale, to my son, Sandalphon, to solidify a contract between our company and The Fell Family’s home and lands.” Aziraphale felt all the room’s eyes turn on her and she wished that she could disappear. A part of her vaguely realized she hadn’t felt that way in nearly a year and the feeling grew even more intense. “As Lord Gabriel and Lady Aziraphale were traveling to our home, their ship was caught by an unexpected storm.
“Lady Aziraphale ended up,” Metatron’s nose wrinkled up in disgust. “Here. Meanwhile Gabriel-”
“I arrived at their home, eventually, after being rescued,” Gabriel’s face turned to Aziraphale and Aziraphale alone. Normally, she’d shrink under his gaze, but there was something else in his eyes. “And-And I couldn’t accept that you were dead. That it was my job to find you because it had been my fault.” Aziraphale shook her head slightly, trying to assuage her brother’s guilt, but before she could speak, she was talked over.
“-So, Lord Gabriel, in exchange for forfeiting much of her lady’s Omega price, decided to put that money toward search operations to locate the Lady Aziraphale, so we could get a return on our previous investments.”
An uneasy rumble issued from the tribe’s side of the small room. “Omega price?” Hastur asked, with barely contained anger. He and Aziraphale had grown closer recently, as he was only a few weeks further along than Aziraphale, they’d learned many things about pregnancy together, and he’d been more than patient with her as she tried to learn things he took for granted, such as an omega’s treatment in the tribe as opposed to the human world. In turn, she’d learn to be more independent around the tribe, which made Crowley proud.
“How much we have to pay for a good mate,” Sandalphon said with a scoff. “And, well, seems we were right to take this lower price.” He turned to Aziraphale with a knowing smirk.
Aziraphale could tell there was an attack in the making and tried to move to stop it.
Lilith moved faster. “I do not think we will be able to sort that today,” Lilith said firmly. “Aziraphale will give birth in mere weeks, no matter what comes later, the child will belong here, so there should be no argument to her staying here until the child comes. And let her rest now, please.”
Sandalphon looked ready to object but Metatron silenced him before replying, “That seems reasonable, we can continue negotiations at an unhurried pace in the meantime.”
The humans shuffled out slowly though Gabriel hung back briefly and turned to Aziraphale. “I-I’m glad you’re alright,” before Aziraphale replied he turned quickly and left.
Then Lillith began to usher out the rest of the tribe. “Aziraphale needs time with her alpha and no other,” she said as she grabbed Hastur by the wrist. “You’ll see her at dinner, but only if you leave.”
And they were gone, leaving Aziraphale and Crowley alone.
Immediately Aziraphale started sobbing.
“Angel?” Crowley asked, confused as she turned Aziraphale in her arms so Aziraphale could bury her face in Crowley’s neck.
“I-I’.” Aziraphale gripped Crowley even tighter. “I just- I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to worry, Aziraphale,” Crowley said. She ran a cool hand up and down Aziraphale’s back. “I won’t let them take you.” Aziraphale let herself be comforted by Crowley while her stomach churned, not solely from the child inside her.