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@voicesofthemuses​

(*)

His head hurt. Why did his head hurt?

It took a strangely long time for Will to slowly regain consciousness; it felt like a genuine struggle, first to even have coherent thoughts, and then to even open his eyes. His body felt heavier than normal, and he squinted at the digital clock that was reading sometime after three. But was it three in the afternoon, or three in the morning? Because other than the soft glow of the clock, it was...very dark.

Slowly, with great effort, Will pushed himself into a sitting position, groaning quietly before putting a hand over his stomach. Nearly eight months along, he felt like a beached whale, but he felt the baby shifting slightly, so the Omega wasn’t entirely concerned. Movement meant healthy. Movement meant everything was okay.

And yet... Something felt wrong. Will couldn’t explain it, beyond a vague anxious feeling, like he was being closed in, but once his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he found himself in Hannibal’s master bedroom. Which was...strange. Wasn’t he home? His last clear memory was the farmhouse. Unless he lost time again? Fuck, the sooner his new medication acclimated to his system, the better.

His stomach clenched suddenly, and Will groaned, but he managed to get out of the bed and into the bathroom in time to throw up in the sink. He must not have eaten recently, because most of it was just...fluids. And blood.

The very sight of it suddenly had him choking on his breath, as his vision blurred and suddenly all he saw was blood; blood on the walls, blood on the floor... Blood all over Frederick Chilton, who was passed out in an armchair Will didn’t recognize...

@minxchester​

(*)

Joe knew he was fucked as soon as Vince got him alone and more vulnerable than ever before. His parents were dead, and Frank was, unfortunately, out of the country on some kind of internship for an archaeology expedition and wasn’t able to be reached beyond a satellite phone, which didn’t often have any signal. Vince had preyed on Joe’s loneliness, being an Omega on his own, and he broke down his defenses, making empty promises of love and bonding, but the instant Joe was at Vince’s old town way down South, those promises turned to threats.

Vince wasn’t looking for a mate. He was looking for a doll.  

It didn’t last long, thank god. When the sex was actually nice, Joe had ended up pregnant, despite the fact that he and Vince weren’t considered “mates” in the legal sense of the term; Vince never Marked him or Claimed him, nor did they marry. And once Joe knew he was pregnant, without a shadow of a doubt, he planned his escape from the bastard, hiding his symptoms as best as he could until day Vince left the window in the bathroom unlocked. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, but Joe was able to make it, and he made a run for it, with nothing but the clothes on his back, and some cleverly squirreled away money to keep him just barely afloat.

And he traveled, for months. Mainly he was trying to keep moving in an effort to keep Vince off of his trail, in case the possessive Alpha tried to track him down. And it was exhausting; every week that passed, he got a little bit bigger, and his symptoms became apparent. People pitied the poor homeless pregnant Omega, giving him food and money, and some extra clothes when he could stop at shelters for a few days to just rest. But he didn’t dare go to clinics, in case his name was on some kind of list, and studied what he could, trying to adhere to a diet that would keep him and the baby healthy, and even stealing some vitamins in drug stores.

As a result, he didn’t know just how close to his due date he was getting to, and one very late night, as he was walking up a highway in the backroads, Joe could feel his stomach cramping on and off for hours, often making him pause to try and breathe through the pain. Figuring it was just stress, he felt a little relieved when he managed to make it to a rest stop, heading into the bathroom to try and splash some water onto his face, only to feel, with a sense of horror, his own water breaking, splashing onto the floor below him.

@blackcurlsgreeneyes

Harry grinned against his mate’s throat, biting teasingly before licking over the spot where he had placed his claiming mark, two years before. “You complaining?” he panted back, laughing breathlessly. “If you’re bored of being fucked, I’ll pull out as soon as my knot’s done and leave you be…”

Attempt at a baby aside, he knew that his Omega would sooner claw some real damage into Harry’s chest with his bare fingernails than allow the Alpha to slip away from their bed in the midst of a proper heat.

Getting Draco off of those suppressants, once they were comfortable and open to the more-or-less guaranteed consequence of a child coming out of him, had been the best fucking decision they’d made since going official in their relationship. Draco had never been a shy shag, but like this…well, when he wanted to be taken, he made it happen. He was nearly insatiable, and Harry never had an issue with surrendering to his mate’s lust.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he growled. “I can’t wait to see you round and glowing, carrying my baby…”

Harry’s teasing words had Draco growling, tightening his grip around the man’s neck. “Don’t you fucking dare. I’m in heat for this damned pregnancy to happen, you’re staying within arms reach until this passes.” Still, the lick against his neck made him shiver. “You’re bloody lucky I love you enough to know when you’re kidding.”

A part of him still couldn’t quite believe that they were doing this. That they were actively trying for a baby, had even waited for his heat to really get started. They were mated officially, not wedded on paper but who cared, so long as Draco was Marked? And Harry was a possessive as hell Alpha, and Draco was always a bit weak for possessive Alphas.

But a baby. This would change everything. And he was almost worried just how much would change between them.

(feel free to disregard if you're not into the "Angels Lay Eggs" verses)

Lucifer never meant to wake up Alastor. He'd been struck by a craving for something sweet, so he had climbed out of bed as quietly as possible and snuck into the kitchen, hoping that one would be enough. But these had been freshly baked, perfectly chewy, and one turned into two, which turned into three, and then...

When Alastor finally found him, Lucifer had scarfed down about ten cookies, and the playful teasing was meant to be loving, but it still sent his hormones surging, and he sniffled a little.

@voicesofthemuses​

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They had played this game for far too long, in Will’s opinion. It was like a very long and carefully choreographed dance that was just taking forever; the staring, the orbiting, the scenting. He knew it was rare for an Omega to never take suppressants or scent blockers, -- he knew how to fight back if someone got too handsy -- but come on, even some of the best Alphas had trouble with their self control sometimes, right?

Will wasn’t stupid; he’d seen the way Hannibal looked at him. How the Alpha always liked to be slightly too close to keep an eye on him. He noticed the change in scent several times. Yet nothing he did could spur the man into crossing the line.

So Will decided to cross it for him.

His last appointment he scheduled just before his next Heat, and he had done it on purpose, so when Hannibal opened the door and let him into the office, all he was going to smell was extremely fertile Omega on the verge smelling like the best goddamn buffet one could get their hands on.

@minxchester​:  ➳

(*)

Joe had never heard of Dothraki until he reached this little village on the eve of his nineteenth birthday. The war bred horse-lords, taking what they pleased, burning villages to the ground in order to find supplies for their people, and slaves to hold their supplies. But thankfully, they lived so far out beyond the village boarders, at least several weeks of journey away, and so Joe didn’t really think twice about them. So long as he stayed in the village, he would be safe.

Or maybe he had come at the wrong time. A month into his stay, once he was established in his apothecary, the Dothraki came for them all. The warriors in the village were all but killed, and so were every men who tried to fight back. Children were thrown to the ground, women were attacked, and amid the chaos, food and clothing were being stolen. They didn’t even try to touch the gold; apparently the Dothraki had no need of it.

That was how Joe was found, burying some of his bottles underneath his hut in order to preserve them should they all survive this attack, only to have a couple of Dothraki burst their way in. They took one look at him, one whiff to catch his Omega scent, and he was immediately yanked out into the sunlight, one of the warriors wrapping an arm around his neck, and he was dragged, kicking and screaming, to where other hostages had been taken and tied together.