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Aziraphale bustled around the bookshop, trying to make sure everything was in order before the other angels arrived. It was a very important day. Today was the day that Heaven had decided to send him an omega— that it was time for them to create a new helper for Heaven.
The pup would be given to Aziraphale after it was born and he would raise it and train it in the way that it should go. Not quite a father, but a mentor. A guide to the ways of Heaven.
It was all the rage on Earth right now. Having babies and the like. Aziraphale had read a great many books in his preparations: how to conceive, how to care for a pregnant omega, how to get them and the pup safely through the birthing process, and how to raise a pup that would be, at the very least, half-angel.
He wondered if the omega would be a human or another angel. He wondered what form they had or if they were pretty.
He supposed it didn’t matter in the grand plan of things, but he did hope that they were pretty. The books had mentioned how attraction could make the coupling all the more pleasant for both parties and Aziraphale really wanted to make sure that he did this right.
There was a sounding of trumpets and Aziraphale tugged his vest down one more time, sure that it was in the right place, as he hurried to stand near the door. His assistant hurried to open the door and the angels filed in.
“Greetings, Aziraphale.” Michael, herself, was in his shop! Aziraphale could hardly believe it! “Thank you for being such a willing vessel to further our reach here on Earth. We bless your union with this omega.” She waved her hand, hurrying through the blessing. “And trust the two of you will bless us in return with your… progeny.”
“Ah, yes, thank you.” Aziraphale ducked his head down out of respect. “I’m sure we will do our best.” He glanced up. “Where… is the omega?” Michael snapped her fingers and angels unlike the angels Aziraphale usually saw filed in. These angels were the best of the soldiers, armor woven to fit their bodies snugly. They filed in, making a perimeter, before two more led the omega inside the bookshop.
The omega! Aziraphale prided himself on reading and caring for all his books with all his diligence, but there were not enough words in Earth and Heaven to describe the thrill that ran up his back when his eyes fell upon the omega. They were… beautiful! Red hair that fell down to their shoulders, a slim, pale physique, and long legs. He swallowed hard, tamping down on his very interested scent. He didn’t want to make the omega uncomfortable.
This was to be their home too. And Aziraphale, their provider.
He did note the blindfold and the slim chains that hung from delicate ankles and wrists. Even more concerning was the distinct lack of any scent from the other being.
“Welcome.” Aziraphale said brightly and he could have sworn that the omega gave a little shrug in response. Fascinating!
“And here I thought we’d have to hold your hand through the process.” Michael smiled proudly. “We will leave you to it, Aziraphale.” She turned to go, snapping her fingers at the guards. One stepped forward and disrobed the omega completely, leaving them standing there in just a scrap of cloth around their… bits.
Aziraphale averted his gaze quickly, looking back to Michael.
“Erm, what’s their name?” Michael glanced back over her shoulder, a little frown creasing her forehead.
“I-” She searched for something she did not have, glancing to Uriel for assistance. Uriel sighed.
“Their name is Crowley.” Uriel announced and the omega flinched. “A guard will be out your door at all times until the omega is collected. They’re a bit… wily.” They shrugged. “Nothing you can’t handle. Call us when the seed takes.”
“When the seed takes… oh!” Aziraphale stammered, his cheeks heating up. “Of course! When the mission is complete.” Uriel and Michael exchanged a look and then they vanished, along with all the soldiers, save one, stationed right outside the door. “Be a dear and close the door and the shop.” Aziraphale whispered to his assistant. “I’m going to get my new guest more settled.”
He waited until they scampered off, gone for the day. Well, the week. He’d taken the whole week off. He wanted them to get a good chance to settle in, to know each other better, before the whole… mission thing.
“Did you go somewhere, angel?” The omega spoke up for the first time. Aziraphale noticed the way they said angel like it was an insult. “Am I to just stand here and look pretty then?” They spread their feet, adjusting their stance to mimic that of a soldier. “Doing a bit of painting perhaps?”
“Oh, I’m right here. I was sending the assistant away.” Aziraphale hurried back to them. “Oh, those can’t be comfortable.” He touched the chains first, miracling them away with a thought, before he reached for the blindfold. “Let’s get this off you then.”
“Unwrapping me already? Straightforward. I like it.” The omega quipped and Aziraphale had the feeling that they were incredibly clever. He didn’t meet many angels that he would use that particular adjective on. Perhaps this coupling wouldn’t be too bad. They could… banter! He unwrapped the blindfold from the omega’s sharp features, unable to stifle his gasp when he got a proper look at them.
“Oh, my.” He breathed, staring at those snakelike eyes.
“Surprise.” The omega flashed a toothy grin. “Aren’t I hideous?” They laughed.
“What?! No! You’re quite– quite–” The demon raised their eyebrows, daring him to complete that sentence. “Honestly, I find you quite lovely!” Aziraphale said firmly. He miracled a blanket, taking it in his own hands and wrapping it around their shoulders. “Very pretty.” He added with all sincerity.
The demon’s eyes widened, their hands coming up to clutch at the blanket. They ducked their head down a moment later.
“Blanket’s soft.” They muttered.
“So… you’re a demon.” Aziraphale broached the matter as gently as he could. “I didn’t know that demons could be omegas.”
“Why not?” The demon pursed their lips. “We all have the same hardware. Once there were plenty of omegas in Hell.” Aziraphale got the sense there was a story there.
“What happened to them?” He asked softly and the demon’s eyes flickered back up to him. It would take some getting used to, the snake pupils peering back at him, but the yellow was a pretty color. Intriguing.
“This.” They shrugged. “Heaven decided to punish us just a little more than everyone else.”
“How?”
“Whoring us out.” The demon’s smile was sharper, more forced. “Giving us to angels and alpha demons alike.”
“But you wanted to, right?” Aziraphale was concerned. He didn't like the sounds of all that. He had been under the impression that the omega was just as honored as the alpha to be apart of the process.
“You should know by now that Heaven’s not that big on consent.” The demon smirked. “I do what they tell me to do, same as you.” They stepped over to Aziraphale. “So when are you going to stick that big cock in me, alpha? You know, complete the mission…” They purred, reaching for him.
“We don’t have to do all that now.” Aziraphale chuckled nervously, stepping back and grabbing the demon’s wrist lightly when they tried to reach below his waist. “I would like to take our time, get to know each other.”
“For what?” The demon’s eyebrows furrowed. “You get me pregnant, I give you the pup, I get a week to myself– and then it starts all over with someone else. I’d rather not stay longer than I have to.” The demon glanced around, brow furrowing even further. “What even is this place?”
“It’s my bookshop.” Aziraphale answered
“And you… live here?” The demon asked, curious.
“I do. We both do.”
“No, I’m just here for the fucking and for what comes after the fucking.” The demon smiled, slow and sensual. “You ever have sex before, angel?”
“I’ve read plenty of books!” Aziraphale couldn't help but flush at the forward question.
“Ooh, a virgin.” They teased softly. “My favorite.”
“Why’s that?” The angel cocked his head to the side.
“Oh, no reason.” Crowley made a face. They certainly weren’t going to tell the angel that virgins tended to be a little more gentle with them. This was supposed to be a punishment. It had been so far and it would continue to be. This alpha wouldn’t be any different.
“We should get you some clothes.” Aziraphale decided. “My clothes probably won’t work. What do you like?”
“Depends what mood I’m in.” The demon snorted. “Wouldn’t mind a nice dress.”
“I know a dress shop!” Aziraphale exclaimed. “Um, let’s just–” He miracled a modest black dress and the demon laughed. They reached for a pair of scissors, cutting a slit up their thigh, cutting the arms off of the dress, and letting the fabric fall to the floor. Aziraphale wondered if it is in the demon's nature to destroy... or if this was their version of creation. "Oh."
“That’s better.” They laughed. “Got any boots?” Aziraphale miracled up a pair and the demon slid them on. "Shall we then?" They offered their arm and Aziraphale took it before leading the omega outside to do some shopping. The omega was warm against his skin. They smelled good.
They smelled like temptation.
Good thing it was all in Aziraphale's mission to take care of them. To... lie with them.