Adam ran a hand over the ridge of Elias’s belly so round with his child, their child, that he could barely believe it.
“I’m very fat.”
Elias frowned down at himself and looked on the verge of tears while Adam resisted the urge to lick his swollen belly.
“You’re pregnant, Curly,” he nuzzled his omega’s skin, “With our little poppet.”
Elias sighed when Adam scented his skin, the purred rumble that came out of him made Adam only want to get closer.
“Adam,” the whimper was always surprising from his big omega, “I’m leaking.”
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Hannigram AU: The Alpha’s Mate
The Garoux pack was run on several ongoing traditions but only two were the most closely followed.
They had the same Alpha until the previous died, be it in combat or of old age.
The Alpha mate was chosen at random. Those who caught the Alpha’s eye were blessed to live in luxury for seven years till a new mate was chosen.
Or so it had been before Will Graham.
The Lecter massacre had made Hannibal Alpha fourteen years ago as he was the only survivor among them. He had chosen young Graham by chance meeting, a skirmish on the street in which Will refused to bare his neck.
He then refused to go to the Alpha at all, having to be formally escorted. Over the next seven years their pack watched the Alpha pursue his mate.
Will did not seem to care for his mate at all, surprising everyone when he chased out the Alpha’s choice tearing poor Kristina to shreds.
For the next seven years, Garoux flourished with their leaders so in love. Surely the Alpha would not replace Will.
Then Warren received a handwritten note from Alpha Hannibal.
You are Chosen.
“You can run.”
Warren heard the words echo in his head when he walked up to the door of the Alpha’s home.
His sister had been sobbing when he left, cursing him and for good reason.
He was a coward.
Everyone knew running wasn’t even an option, not really.
Seven years ago Kristina had tried, and her death had been terrible, had looked so horribly brutal.
Warren couldn’t die like that.
The door opened before he could knock, the bloodshot look of the alpha’s eyes making him pause.
“Alpha Hannibal?”
A growl. “You.”
He was pulled in by his shirt front and slammed into the wall so hard he cried out.
“YOU DID THIS! YOU! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL YOU!”
Warren whimpered, shaking, “I’m sorry! I…”
He was let go just as abruptly as he’d been grabbed, falling to the floor hard.
The alpha paced back and forth, mumbling to himself as Warren took in the state of the house.
Chaos.
Broken vases and artwork, overturned tables, and the scent of blood in the air.
The one thing he did not smell was the reason he had been so frightened to come to the door.
“Will.”
The alpha paused, turning to look at him slowly. His eyes were glowing yellow and angry. “You dare speak his name?”
Warren shrunk back as the alpha turned and began staking towards him. “I didn’t mean…”
“He left.”
Warren whimpered. “He isn’t supposed to?”
A growl, “Forever, he left forever. Finished playing the game. Those were the words written on the note.”
Warren swallowed back the fear bubbling up to the surface, “I’m sorry.”
Hannibal stood in front of him, his face dangerously close. “You should be,” he reached out to touch Warren’s cheek, “He would’ve made it much quicker than I will.”
Warren could not see for the tears that welled up, shaking his head. “Please, please don’t.”
The sudden transformation was halted as the alpha let him go, the distinct scent of Will filling Warren’s nose though he could not see him. Warren sobbed, scrambling to his feet as he ran, only for the Alpha’s mate claw dig in hard when grabbing his arm.
“You run away, it will only make it worse,” he whispered, “Didn’t they tell you that?”
“Will…”
The Alpha was smiling, his eyes teary. Warren could barely breathe, stopping his struggle when Will’s arm came around his waist.
“This is the last. Do you hear me?”
The Alpha nodded, “Yes.”
“Fuck tradition. You know who belongs to who now, don’t you?”
Hannibal knelt and presented his neck. Warren felt the low appreciative growl go right through him.
“Damn straight.”
Warren was let go, the euphoric glee of freedom stopped short when the Alpha grabbed for his leg and pulled him down. Warren screamed as his throat tore, clogging blood blocked every struggle for breath and his last image was of the chosen mate touching the Alpha on the head.
“Mine.”
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There was a distressed omega in the building.
Adam had smelled him for days, the scent like ash in his nose and it felt wrong that no one was trying to fix it. Everyone knew omegas only went in distress during stressful times, death and heartbreak the most common, and needed the comfort of an alpha to feel right again.
But no one came for this one.
Adam felt his skin crawl and his body ache till he could no longer keep going on a search. He didn’t know how to approach, it was rude to offer unmated omegas such a thing, but he couldn’t not.
The scent was strongest near apartment 212 and Adam sniffed at the crack in the door before knocking.
He was taken aback by the sight of the omega looking perfectly fine if not a little sour faced. The scent hit him hard even as the omega glared.
“What the fuck do you–”
Adam couldn’t stop from touching, his palm on the omega’s cheek.
“I want to help.”
The door opened fully and made it easy to step inside.
“What?”
Hugs were a sure fire cure for distress and scenting the next best, so Adam did both. He felt the omega relax, shudder in his embrace, and Adam sat them on a threadbare couch for the duration.
“You’re sad,” he said softly, “I’m sorry but I could smell it all week and–”
An omegan purr was a gift, the truest of contentments, and Adam felt pride to hear the sound.
“I don’t…she left,” the omega’s voice was dazed, “My alpha, she left.”
Adam ran his fingers through the omega’s hair. “I’m sorry.”
The purr went through a period of stuttered starts and stops before the omega began scenting Adam back.
“Thank you,” the omega whispered.
The thick sound of the omega’s voice made Adam pull him in.
“You’re welcome.”
“Nigel,” the omega said softly.
“Adam,” he felt his eyes grow heavy, “My name is Adam.”
for @hannigram-a-b-o-library True Mates day
Hannibal was in heat.
Will woke to the sound of his moans at four a.m. and the scent drifted in through the crack in the door. He growled and dug his nails into the mattress, a refusal to move. This is what Hannibal wanted, what he’d planned all along, and Will wasn’t going to let him manipulate their relationship anymore.
He lasted all of an hour, face dripping with sweat and cock dripping precum by the time he opened Hannibal’s door.
There were towels pressed under the crack in the door, no doubt he’d tried to hide the scent. Will took a moment to realize he’d broken the lock, the trashed remains of the frame on the floor.
But the sight inside was worth the mess. Hannibal was on his back working fingers inside himself, back arched as he whined through the futile process. Will pounced on the bed to crawl between his legs and smelled his slick, could only growl in response to Hannibal’s whispered plea.
“Please.”
Will pulled him in to lick the excess that ran down his legs and sniffed, buried his nose there to drown in the intoxicating aroma. This is what he wanted, needed, and could no longer deny. He lapped up the mess and Hannibal writhed in response, a trembled twist of limbs that he stopped with a hard grab to both legs.
“Please, Alpha,” the words were hoarse and desperate begged out of desperation already.
He knew how long it had been since Hannibal had experienced a heat. The center had always given any incarcerated omegas suppressants and Hannibal’s were forced on him by needle according to Tattle Crime.
Will thought about how it would feel to be inside Hannibal, the warm wet tightness of him after being so long denied. He had married a beta because of the constant flood of dreams he’d had about him, the idea of being bonded to another omega was almost laughable.
This was his omega, the one he knew was meant for him, and try as he might to fight it there was no longer a reason to run away.
He was between Hannibal’s legs before he said, “Let me hear you,” and licked over Hannibal’s swollen hole just before he was inside. The taste from the source was heaven, a gift of ambrosia that Will was dizzy over after only a few moments.
Will grinded his face against him, just as desperate and needy for more as Hannibal was. Hannibal grabbed his hair and pulled him in closer still. He lifted his face and crawled up for a kiss, their first.
Will pulled him in with a growl and their noses touched just barely before he broke the kiss. Hannibal’s eyes were wide and bloodshot, Will didn’t know how long Hannibal had suffered while he slept.
“I’m sorry,” Hannibal whispered, “I tried to fight it alone. I–”
Will shook his head. “No,” he kissed him again, “No.”
He pressed a finger inside and his lip curled when Hannibal purred. Will had never had the pleasure of his purr before and never wanted it to stop.
Will pulled down his pajamas and freed his cock, the sight seemed to start a frenzy in Hannibal who sat up and started to rut against him.
“Please, please,” the pain in his voice should have given Will a bit of pleasure but he only wanted to soothe.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He pushed Hannibal down and lifted his legs up, their eyes trained on each other as he pressed inside. The strangled sob as flesh met flesh had him pull the omega up into his lap and cradle Hannibal to his chest as he was fully seated.
“You feel,” Hannibal sighed, his voice more calm as he scented Will’s bare chest.
“Like home,” Will finished and kissed him roughly before he thrust up inside again.
The urgency seemed to have left them both but Will could feel his impatient knot already had started to swell, the slow rocks into Hannibal not nearly enough.
“I’ve never,” Hannibal licked his neck and rubbed his nose over the wet, “had this before.”
His purr at Will’s laugh was perfect, and the alpha tossed him down to thrust inside harder.
“Heat sex?”
“Sex that involved such overwhelming feeling.”
“Neither have I.”
Hannibal threw back his head and Will bit a collar of marks. He growled and started to cant his hips in a quick rhythm. Will reached out to touch Hannibal’s cock and was rebuffed, his hand licked and put on the omega’s cheek.
“I want to cum on your knot.”
Will groaned and started to drill into him, the strangled sound when he hit Hannibal’s inner pleasure again and again music to his ears.
“Will, oh Will.”
Will bit into him as Hannibal screamed, spilled a mess of cum between them while Will continued. He tasted blood on his tongue and felt a bit of broken skin between his teeth.
They were mates.
Hannibal bit into him so quick Will barely had time to register before he came with a muffled groan, knot swelled and locked while he spilled inside.
They each pulled back slowly and stared again before a long languid kiss that felt so different now.
Will could feel Hannibal in his head, a perfect part of him as he’d always been suddenly made true.
He scented Hannibal’s neck while he whispered, “Mine,” and the deep growl of the word made Hannibal sigh.
“Yes, as I have always been.”
They lay quietly after and the knot keep them together, though really there was nowhere either of them wanted to be.
He felt so empty.
Sweat fell down Elias’s face, his breathing labored as he shoved the artificial
knot inside of him.Every heat got worse than the last, the empty ache never feeling fulfilled by
the fake toys he’d used since presenting at fifteen.He groaned, tears in his eyes as the orgasm he’d been desperate for was ripped
from him.The slick sliding down his thighs seemed to never end, even now he could feel
it starting up again.He needed an Alpha.
The very idea made him shiver, imagining being knotted good and proper.
It was something that would never be done. No one wanted an omega with a huge
cock, Gabriel had told him that since they were young. Even if they did who
wanted one who couldn’t have children?Elias fell back and let himself relax, eyes closed as he imagined phantom
fingers touching in all the perfect places.His groans were so loud that it was heard in the apartment above, waking a very
cranky Alpha out of a fitful sleep.Adam ground his teeth and jumped out of bed, ready to tear into the omega who
seemed to feel the need to have their alphaless heat in their home every month
instead of a facility like most did. Adam had only lived here a short time, but
this had been a constant for months now and he was done letting it ruin his
sleep. He threw open his apartment door and headed down the stairs as the
sounds seemed to drill into his skull.His hands shook with anger as he pounded on the
door, still somewhat asleep as he yelled, “Open up right now,
you…!”The door opened and the man on the other side was nothing like he’d imagined
the omega to be. Almost too big to be an omega at all, but he could smell the
heat coming off him like a beacon.Adam’s nostrils flared and the omega’s eyes widened.
“You,” he stepped in closer, “Need any help?”
No one was more surprised than Adam when the door was shut in his face and
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Burn for Me by nightliferogue (click for ao3)
There were many people who could tell you what it felt like to lose a mate, but very few who could tell you the pain of the loss when your mate was still alive.
Nigel was now one of those unlucky few.
A hole, that’s what it felt like. A gigantic hole had been dug inside him and begged to be filled again. He’d long since run out of tears, the hollow loneliness was almost preferable to the months were he’d miss Adam not being around.
He deserved this, losing the one fucking good thing he’d had. Alphas like him didn’t get happy endings, most died just as they’d come into the world: cold and screaming.
It killed him to imagine Adam someplace feeling this emptiness even if his little omega had asked for the bond break.
Adam shouldn’t have to go through this. What a selfish asshole he’d been to give him the bite at all.
He closed his eyes and tried to calm the need, his teeth ached and he whimpered for want of Adam’s scent.
Darko had looked at him with pity when he left and didn’t even say a word when he’d handcuffed him to the headboard. The doctors had said twelve hours and it would end.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for that long so this was best, and Darko would be back when the alarm went off.
The clock next to the bed read nine thirty.
It had only been two hours.
Nigel hoped he passed out from the pain.
There were moments in hour three where he surprised himself by thoughts of someone besides Adam. He thought of Gabi, of her tits and her warm smile that never quite reached her eyes. She’d been a beta, a healthy fucking choice, and when she left him for another beta Nigel had been so angry. Not even hurt, just angry.
He would’ve killed them both, wanted to, and been happier for it.
When Adam left all he’d done was hurt, and would’ve done anything to make things right again.
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Hannibal had always thought of his second gender as a weapon until he met Will Graham.
He used it to ensnare unsuspecting alphas in, the scent of such a fertile omega intoxicating to the point of madness in even the most basic among them.
The delight in their eyes at his attention was always so amusing, even more so the alarm as he made the first cut.
Will was different.
The alpha didn’t bat an eye at Hannibal’s scent, his annoyance at being profiled quite endearing to say the least.
Hannibal found himself doing something odd with Will over those first few months. He used his scent to soothe, to entice but not deliver, and flaunted his impending heat in hopes to cause a rut.
But Will, ever the gentleman, did nothing. The alpha had control the likes in which he’d never seen, which only made Hannibal want him more.
He spent his first heat after meeting Will alone, the desperation for him and him only was terrifying in its intensity.
Hannibal went to see Will the day his heat broke. He hoped the last scent of heat would gain his attention but instead Will just seemed happy to see him. He felt quite foolish how just being near Will and pleasing him was its own reward.
Not long after, Will killed Garett Jacob Hobbs and Hannibal grew more enamored than ever.
It did not stop Hannibal in his pursuit, instead he found ways to be around Will, bringing him meals and even ridiculous things for his dogs.In those first few weeks of their burgeoning connection Hannibal became so focused on Will that he neglected anything else. No murders, no parties, and he cut down his patients.
Still Will seemed oblivious to his intentions.
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Alpha Mine by nightliferogue
It’s been said that there is an alpha for every omega.
Charmont knows this, but he has not yet met his.
After his parents’ deaths and his uncle’s that follows years later, he worries when he’ll meet his alpha. How long would they have really? A few years? Possibly a decade?
Is that worth the heartache?
As an omega king Charmont is mostly a figurehead while the kingdom run by the collective of governors his father appointed years ago.
They don’t always see eye to eye, but Char is safe and happy.
That all comes crashing down when he’s invited to the neighboring kingdom and meets the horseman.
Char is walking with Queen Cata, charming her as he’s always found easy to do with alphas. The queen sighs that they are not well matched, touching his cheek just as a strange scent overwhelms him.
The alpha standing in the stables is broad shouldered and older than him, though Char has no cares for that. His alpha is very handsome.
“Charmont?”
The alpha comes forward without being called and they shake hands, the shiver going through him he sees echo in the silver haired alpha.
“Charmont this is Michael Kohlhaas.”
Kohlhaas takes his hand and Char cares not for proper behavior, turning to leave immediately.
He doesn’t need this, not at all.
As horrible as it makes him seem, he misses dinner and is ready to leave in the morning when an unexpected thing occurs.
There is a man found wandering the outskirts of the castle.
The guards insist he stay the afternoon, he smells Kohlhaas in the air as they scamper but does not see his alpha.
Cata seems far too interested in his reaction to her horseman but he does not tell her a thing playing coy.
“I was feeling faint, I apologize. He reminded me of my father, it was akin to seeing a ghost.”
She is sympathetic as they eat breakfast, and when the guards come in right after he smells a new scent on them that has him weak kneed.
They are carrying a bloodied shirt, the alpha smell so strong Char rips it from him.
“Where is he?”
The guard frowns, “He is in the dungeon.”
“Charmont?”
Char bites his lip, trying to calm himself.
He doesn’t want this.
But he won’t let his alpha hurt.
Char doesn’t even know why the scent is so much stronger now, choking him with the thickness of it, but as he rushes down the stairs it’s made clear.
The prisoner is not Kohlhaas.
But he is there beside him, red eyed and gripping the bars.
Two of them.
He has two alphas.
“Have you come to force me to leave? He’s injured and you monsters would let him die suffering in this cell like an animal.”
Char does not know how to respond and whimpers pathetically as he draws near.
Kohlaas makes a sound with his tongue.
“If they think sending an omega will sway me in any way by some pathetic biological need they’re surely mistaken. I would think you were above such things, young king.”
The other alpha looks at Char, his face bloody and bruised. Char wants to fall to his knees and help him. “I am not here to persuade you into leaving. I…can you not scent it too?”
Kohlaas sniffs the air. “I smell an omega. Cleaner than most but an omega all the same.”
“Why are you down here so late and so worried if you do not sense a connection between you and he?”
Kohlaas laughs. “No connection? I smelled him for miles, have attempted to lure him out into the open for nearly a fortnight. It’s you who lured him with your siren scent and your—“
Char looks at the guard. “Release him.”
Jean Duran was an asshole.
That was the only thing Adam knew as he watched the alpha cuddle up to an omega freshman not a week after he’d denied him during his heat.
The freshman was named Luke and he could’ve been Adam’s doppelgänger if not for the pretentious clothes. He tried not to let it get to him as he kept the memory of two glorious nights in his car and two others in his dorm with Elias.
His ass still felt the aftermath even now and he felt kind of bad leaving it the way he had. But really what was he supposed to do with a fifty something year old alpha anyhow? Mate him?
Elias had a nice knot, he was funny and smelled nice but that was it. Adam didn’t need that attachment, and he most definitely did not need an alpha. He wasn’t two feet in the grave now was he?
The alpha did come with the glorious addition of being sterile, before finding this out Adam had freaked out and punched and punched the alpha in the jaw for possibly getting him pregnant. That hadn’t been very good form either and the tears that followed showed him just how odd of an alpha Elias was.
No he really didn’t need that.
Then why was he scenting Elias all over campus?
It was lingers of scent, like the alpha had just recently left wherever Adam had gotten to and he wasn’t about to ask anyone if they’d seen a fifty something year old man alpha wandering around. What if it was just after effects of sharing a heat?
Again these were all things he should be looking up or asking others about, but no one knew how very strange he was and he wanted to keep it that way.
He ignored the sight of Jean with that Luke and headed to his final class. Just outside of Lecter Hall Adam paused and closed his eyes as he was hit with a whiff of Elias.
It was strong this time, like he’d just left before Adam arrived. He saw others pass by and asked a beta girl.
“Did you see a strange alpha here earlier?”
“No. Sorry.”
Adam felt foolish to ask but shook it off, headed into Dr. Lecter’s class with his head high. The omega teacher was one of his favorites, the highlight of his curriculum really, and for the rest of the hour he planned on drowning in the man’s genius.
But his plans were short lived about fifteen minutes in when an ungodly yell reverberated through him and quite possibly the entire campus.
“What the hell was that?”
Adam felt a fear the likes of which he’d never known and shot up from his seat. He locked eyes with Dr. Lecter, the other omega seemed to understand as he fled up the stairs towards the sound.
The bag on his shoulder felt heavier than anything but he held on, rushed past those he saw as he ran toward the sounds that didn’t stop. He stopped when he found the source at campus security, breathless and frightened.
“Where?”
The officer behind the counter looked surprised to see him, shocked even, and Adam wanted to bite out his throat.
“You just lost me forty bucks. Damn.”
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Detour by nightliferogue
Missing Mate
The world was strange once you went from unmated to mated pregnant omega.
Hannibal Lecter was learning that all too well.
People thought pregnancy meant they were linked to you in some way and that meant they could touch. He disliked the attention and often showed it which resulted in fights that could have been avoided had there been an alpha at his side.
His alpha was unavailable.
Will had disappeared shortly after they’d mated, angry at himself for giving in to nature and leaving them both hurting.
That was four months ago.
But Hannibal is finished with this pain. So he goes hunting for an alpha to rile his own.
There is Shelby Baker, debutant catnip and oddly all too happy to see him despite his bond.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
They barely kiss when Hannibal is violently ill and the evening ends just as quick as it begins.
Then there is Alicia Towers, reporter and again not averse to bonded pregnant omegas. She gets her hand on his belly and Hannibal growls so deep it frightens her way.
It’s Tomas Draber that finally brings Will home. He’s different than the others, Hannibal can feel it even before he invites the alpha home, and one look into the man’s eyes tells him why.
Tomas is a killer.
The man may have many other omega kills or perhaps he’s the first but the anticipation is intoxicating. They kiss like starved men, the vicious bite to his mouth almost a preview but Hannibal leans in to every overture.
He hears Will while on his back and nude from the waist down. Hannibal nearly succumbs right then and there but instead it’s the sight of his mate that undoes him.
Will looks livid, crazed, and when he bites into Tomas his growl calls to their bond.
“Please,” he moans, arching up even as they fight.
Their child flutters in his belly and Hannibal purrs.
“Daddy is home.”
The fight between alphas is a sight to behold full of blood and teeth that ends just as he knew it would.
“You should’ve told me,” Will snarls, “Asshole.”
Hannibal touches his hole and the wetness spreads. “You wouldn’t have believed me. The bond is not strong enough.”
Will buries his face in between Hannibal’s legs and laps at his slick, the feeling overwhelming enough Hannibal cries out in pain.
“Please, Will,” he moans, “Please.”
The next few moments are a blur and when he cums it’s painful. Will nips at his inner things and scents every bit of skin.
“Asshole, you stupid idiotic—“
“I missed you too,” he sighs and rolls onto his belly, “Very much.”
They make love like he’s always had dreams about, slow and steady even as Will bites over and over again.
“Mine,” the word is a steady soundtrack throughout though he’s so deep into their bonding Hannibal is unsure who says it the most.
When Will knots him it’s like coming home, his sob genuine and the embrace possessive.
“What would you have done if I hadn’t shown?”
Hannibal smiles and kisses his fingertips. “I have smelled you nearby for weeks. You wanted to win me back again, do not deny it.”
He does not.
“I’m sorry I ran but you—“
Hannibal pulls him in closer and the throbs of his knot make them both moan.
“Apology accepted,” he puts Will’s hands on his belly, “From us both.”
Will kisses his neck.
“Next time you kill the alpha and I lie on the bed.”
Hannibal barely is able to keep his eyes open as he whispers, “Yes, alpha.”
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