Repeating: AO3 will be down for about 6h starting 9am UTC on Feb 7th. That's in roughly nine ten (sorry!) hours from the time of writing+posting this reblog.

(We've all noticed AO3 being wonky/slow today, right? That's what they're taking the site down to fix. Just to clarify that this is a good thing they're doing. Don't go spreading bullshit panic and whinging and stuff, mmkay?)

Well, I was thinking about We Are (since it is the only thought in my mind) and PhumPeem with the mating run trope. Now, there is a particular reason I am thinking about PhumPeem with this trope because there is no way alpha Peem would chase omega Phum. In fact, Peem isn't chasing anyone in these settings, he's meandering for fifteen minutes and u-turning back to the starting line. It doesn't matter several omegas are trying to entice him, Peem probably sees the whole thing as an inconvenience and is going to the nearest body of water to think about its artistic merit.

Phum knows this, he has probably spent the last few runs following Peem from a distance and tracking his movements. While Phum is delighted Peem doesn't recognize other omega enticements, the alpha doesn't recognize Phum's attempts at enticing him. Eventually, Phum is fed up and determines the only way he's going to have Peem in him is if he chases Peem.

for you, i would ruin myself a million little times

1/1 | explicit | complete | 8k

in the realism of it all, soulmates don’t exist. phum knows this among many other things.

and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.

A hand coming out from under the giant fluff of blankets and pulling PEEM UNDER. BECAUSE YOU COME HERE BOY YOU BELONG TO ME!!

Officially: tormented.

Haunted really. With thoughts of THIS with thousands of plot bunnies about every ASPECT OF THIS

First of all— he steals nearly all of Peem’s clothes to do it. Actually, he makes his Alpha wear his clothes because there’s nothing better than Peem in his clothes. Nothing better. He makes Peem wear even his engineer student uniform. And Peem? He doesn’t give a FLYING FUCK about rules or even modesty at one point. Sure, there might have been a bit of resistance at first because— “I can’t wear another’s faculty uniform in class.” And other lame excuses like that.

But then he sees just how much Phum is affected by it, flushed and deliciously pliant when he wears it and smells Peem all over it, and suddenly Peem saunters in all his art classes wearing engineering navy blue, uncaring of all the whistles and oooh’s it gets him. He’s just scenting his boyfriend’s clothes thank you very much.

So we established that. And now we establish that after a month or so of them dating, Phum’s nest gets relocated in Peem’s bedroom. Right in the middle of his bed. The nest gets put together weeks before Phum is in any state of heat. Just a slow build of all the worn clothes he and Peem wear. Some of Fang’s cardigans. Some of Toey’s button ups. Maybe a thing or two from the others. But mostly everything Peem has worn in the past weeks leading up to it.

And of course, Peem? He doesn’t allow anyone in his bedroom during that time. Sure, his friends can sleep in the living floor, the kitchen, the goddamn cafe, but during those two weeks or whatever no one but Phum can shuffle in silently and disturb Peem’s bed. No one can snuggle into it, can whine softly for Peem to join, drowsy and needy and cuddly. Just Phum.

His friends complain a bit, but no one really does anything about it. One, because Peem’s glares could spark like a lit fuse. Two, because the man can kick your balls to shit if he so desires.

And most importantly three: Because the single and only time Peem actually growls and bares his teeth aggressively is when Phum and his comfort are put in any danger, disturbed in any capacity.

Then there is also the earth-shattering thought of a dazed, frowny Phum pushing Peem into the nest at any opportunity he can. Peem laughs every time, because it’s honestly ridiculous how much he gets nudged into the bed, even when they don’t plan to snuggle, but Phum just grumbles “You’re also mine, you need to stay there, okay? For my nest to be complete. Peem, stay still—“

Phum gets yanked into the nest, right on top of him. Peem sniffs at his neck, nips at it, and murmurs, “Well, keep me here then. You can’t just throw sad little whines at me and that’s it. Work harder for it.”

Let’s just say Phum does exactly that.