SUMMARY: When the newest Angel stationed in London runs into Aziraphale on the street, the Omega knew that the encounter wasn't going to mean anything good. When the newest Angel - the newest Alpha Angel - touches him? Tries to scent him despite knowing that Aziraphale already has a wonderful mate waiting for him back at the bookshop?
Yeah, this means trouble.
At least for the other Angel. For Aziraphale, well. . . Crowley does always enjoy remarking his claim and Aziraphale enjoys it just as much (and maybe even a little bit more).
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A/N: Hi guys 😊 This was written for the "Forbidden Fantasies" Bottom Aziraphale Zine that I was a part of earlier this summer, so if you've read that and this looks familiar, that's why. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy and as always, please don't hesitate to tell me what you think! ❤️❤️❤️
**trigger warning: slight non-consensual touching (not by the Husbands), rough sex and extremely mild-violence**
NSFW. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTREMELY ADULT MATERIAL AND THEMES. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
Disclaimer: I do not own Good Omens or any related materials.
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"Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, Oh, Oh! "
— Lady Macbeth (William Shakespeare, Macbeth Act V, Scene I)
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The first time Aziraphale has any contact with the newest angel stationed in his area of London, he is walking down the crowded street, a basket of fresh rolls from the nearby bakery swinging off one arm.
It's a pleasant day for the time of year. Although chilly, the air smells fresh, new, and crisp, like the first frost that settled along the grass just before a sunrise. Aziraphale gathers a deep lung-full, darting around a small group of pedestrians as they meander away from a display window.
It's just as he's passing underneath the local deli sign that the Omega and the stranger collide.
Aziraphale feels the flash of holy power, blistering like a harsh desert wind across his skin, before the other angel slams into him from the front, sending his basket of rolls tumbling to the street below. Aziraphale lets out a sharp cry of shock as he slips backward, knocking his arse against the ground and scraping his palms.
"Shit!" The blonde hears before calloused hands are suddenly grabbing at his arms and pulling him back up. Aziraphale's face burns. "I'm so sorry, sir. Let me just get that for you—"
The scent of unfamiliar Alpha, bitter and sharp, fills his nose, and it takes all of Aziraphale's strength to not gag.
Not my Alpha. Not my mate. His mind screams, his skin crawling. Not safe. Not good.
Aziraphale jerks back from the unwanted touch, glancing up as he rises unsteadily. "No, no, it's quite alright, I can get it. Thank you."
The other angel doesn't listen, however, he just continues to grab at the rolls still spinning on the rain-soaked concrete. His dark hair's pulled up in a bun, and Aziraphale watches as he reaches up to tuck a loose strand behind his ear before looking back towards the shaken Omega.
Green eyes widen behind thin wireframes, and the Alpha halts with a piece of bread held mid-air.
"You're Aziraphale." He gasps out, breathless. "You, you—"
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Ineffable Instincts
Fanfiction(NSFW 18+) Being an Angel and a Demon is difficult. Being an Omega Angel Bonded to an Alpha Demon? Things are about to get even tougher, but luckily both Aziraphale and Crowley have each other to help share the load. "To run with the wolf was to run...
