Antarctic Heat Chapter 8 (Final Chapter) - An omegaverse AU of the Polar Siren AU - by xenanigans
Cover art by @kiratastic. Show them some support on Patreon, Instagram, Reddit, and Bluesky. CW explicit, omegaverse
Summary: The year is 1911. Anthony J. Crowley (Royal Navy surgeon, passionate zoologist, and official photographer of the Northern Party) is preparing to go into heat, all by his lonesome on a remote beach in East Antarctica.
Everything changes when he catches an odd scent in the air. Fully written. 30k words. 70% smut.
This story can be enjoyed on its own, but you’ll probably have more fun if you read I have my ways of knowing first ;)
Excerpt: There was a long, thoughtful pause.
“Will you tell me with clear words if you want to stop, dearest?”
“I swear I will.”
Aziraphale bared his teeth.
“Run.”
Crowley bolted.
He scrambled to his feet and out of the nest before turning around to face him. The siren, meanwhile, took his sweet time standing up and stalking towards him, his tail dragging heavily behind.
Crowley walked backwards between two beds and let the siren approach, only to leap over one of them at the last second to scamper away again.
“I’m too quick for you,” Crowley grinned. “You’re not going to catch me.”
“Seals are swifter than orcas, and yet my pack hunts them down all the same.”
“We’re on land now,” Crowley answered, making his way across the hut. “This is my territory.”
“Oh, little serpent,” Aziraphale smirked as he followed in deliberate, menacing steps. “Are you forgetting that I never got to tell you how exactly we catch seals when they are resting on the ice?”
Crowley swallowed thickly.
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xenanigans passed away on 28/04/26
This fic is published in his memory by blackjeans93 as his fannish next of kin.
All words were written by xenanigans.
GNU, Exus.