His car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and he drops his phone only to see a light through the trees. He follows it and finds what could only be called a mansion.
The alpha who answers the door is older than him by at least twenty years but he can’t help but be pulled in by the stranger’s smile.
Hannibal Lecter is alone and unmated.
He prefers it that way, no matter what his instincts tell him. There is no reason to continue his family line after the horrors of his past. When a young omega comes to his door who smells so sweet he’s overcome but resolves to get the young man to leave.
The snow storm gets in the way of his plans and soon Will uncovers the secret of his past he’s long denied.
Can this young beauty endure the darkness of his beast?
Will doesn’t know what to make of the journal.
It’s not even hidden, just too old to escape notice, and when he sets it down the book immediately opens on the photograph.
He can’t help but think Hannibal looks quite handsome with horns, the idea crazy to think about, and when he reads the only page with words on it he immediately heads for the man in question.
“What is this?”
Hannibal’s face at the book in his hands speaks volumes, his hand shakes when he touches it but makes no move to hold the journal.
“Nothing,” he lies, so obvious that Will feels insulted, “Just a fable I was…”
He slams the book down and reads the line, “I am growing my horns in,” he hisses, “Hannibal says that it’s not uncommon for them to be smaller at first and that they’ll get bigger when I age like his and father’s.”
Will let’s out a breath and his hands shake when he reaches for Hannibal. “You’re going to tell me the truth, or I’m going to…”
Hannibal grabs his hand tightly, eyes narrowing. “No one is asking you to stay.”
They share a long stare before Hannibal lets go, grabs the book, and runs his fingers across the open pages.
“What is that picture?”
“Go, Will. If you are expecting me to share this with you, then go.”
Will shakes his head. “You know I can’t. You—“
Hannibal snarls and stalks around the desk. He grabs Will and pulls him hard to him.
“Then leave me be, little boy. You do not want to know this story.”
Will inhales the scent of him and shivers.
“Try me.”
Hannibal stares deep into his eyes, huffs out a breath and whispers, “Oh how you torture me.”
Will touches his cheek.
“Please.”
Hannibal lets him go and Will steps back as he walks around the desk again. He sighs and picks up the journal.
“This belonged to my sister, Mischa. She died in May…of sixteen forty four.”
Will swallows his questions and whispers so quiet that even he barely hears himself.
“What are you?”
Hannibal smiles.
“A beast, the last of my kind. Shall I continue?”
Will sits down and leans forward on the desk. “Yes.”
For @shoegazerx even though she hates abo and never wanted to be Nigel’s baby. lol.
Spacedogs AU: And Adam Makes Three
When all else fucking failed, blame it on omegan hormones.
That’s what Nigel did anyway.
Nigel still remembered when he had his first bought of morning sickness, the debilitating heaves of vomit that then overtook the next nine months of his life. The two little pink lines on the stick, Darko’s laughter, and the black eye he gave him for it. The painful backaches, diarrhea, and horrible cravings till he gave birth cursing out the asshole who shot spunk up his ass.
But he also remembered holding Alexandra in his arms for the first time.
So fuck the rest of it.
His life has changed drastically in the past year since then. He moved to the States, gave birth there not long after, and bought a place in a decent damn neighborhood in New York City. Right near one of those damn kiddie parks he always used to do deals in.
Now he carries Alex on his sling and drinks fucking iced coffee.
Fuck he hates it.
The people are all assholes, fake things that smile pretty but have nothing to offer but the same shit he got away from back home.
Omega flattery.
He’s not a wilting flower, not even a little bit, and he hates that his mistake during a shitty heat after Gabi made him weak in the eyes of everyone around him. Alexandra is goddamn miracle, he wouldn’t give her up for fucking anything, but gone are the days where he isn’t defined by his gender.
Not trying is much worse than failing.
Or at least that’s what Adam realized the minute he gave into his homesickness to head towards a desk job that didn’t let him look at stars and a new apartment that smelled all wrong.
He wouldn’t let himself give into fear again so he got through things just the same as his father taught him.
Day by day.
The apartment building is full of different people, some odd and others just rude, but there is one that caught his eye the day he moved in.
34B
He is an omega without an alpha but still a father and Adam enjoyed seeing him the minute he laid eyes on him. The roundness of his belly as he walked up the flight of stairs Adam went down, the flush of his cheeks when he ate strange potato chips out of his jacket pocket when he thought no one saw, and the way he smiled talking on the telephone in a Romanian.
Adam looked up some of the words and then spent the next several days researching. He liked learning about Romania, seeing the different buildings and the history.
Why would 34B leave?
Had his alpha died?
He didn’t think so.
The baby is very nice to look at as well, though he only saw glimpses after 34B arrived home. He had a man with him who glared at Adam when they passed on the stairs.
The man was an alpha and Adam’s lip curled at the idea this was 34B’s.
But he doesn’t see the alpha around again after a week.
Adam does however start to see the omega.
He sees him in the store, the coffee shop, and even once pushing the baby on the swings.
That was first time Adam saw the omega smile and his stomach flipped at a realization.
He wanted him.
Fear and doubt made Adam leave the park, hands shaking as he tried to calm down.
He couldn’t lose an omega again.
Beth had been too painful.
Adam decided not to look at 34B anymore.
Which is when 34B found him.
Nigel glared at him.
“Fuck you.”
There were tears in Adam’s eyes. “I do,” he whispered, “I do love you.”
“Adam….”
He grabbed Nigel’s hands and put them on his chest.
“I want to be your alpha, I want to be Alex’s alpha, and I just want to…I want to….”
Nigel grabbed him and crushed their mouths together.
Every time they kissed felt like this, a rightness that Adam never wanted to stop feeling. He wouldn’t let Nigel go again.
Soon a loud crying interrupted them and Nigel pulled back with a laugh.
“She’s hungry. I’ll be right…”
Adam grabbed his hand. “Let me try?”
Nigel smiled. “Okay, Star. But if she spits on your shirt….”
“I’ll remove it and that’s one less item of clothing you need to take off me when we have sex.”
Nigel laughed and scented Adam’s cheek. “Fuck, I love you.”
After years of fake knots, half assed suppressants, and his own damn hand during heats he’s reached the end of his rope. He doesn’t do dating so he decides to waste his life savings and hype with the current trend.
Alpha Mart.
His foray into the store is at first underwhelming with cage after cage of weak alphas who obviously have seen better days. Alpha Matt through Alpha Gideon he doesn’t feel that pull an omega should feel. He considers leaving to actually just pick someone up next week before his heat.
Yes a stranger could be dangerous but a sex slave?
Can he really do this?
Will is almost ready to leave when a scent catches his attention. He walks down the other cages and sees an alpha lying on a bed with a book in his hand. Will presses his nose to the holes of the plastic and breathes him in.
The alpha looks up.
“Hello.”
Will shudders. “Hi.”
The alpha’s smile is serene but dangerous. “You shouldn’t be down here. There’s a sign.”
Will steps back and looks towards the other half of the store. He’s torn through a barrier that reads “Unsellable.”
“Why are you unsellable?”
The alpha raises an eyebrow. “I’ve had four omegan partners that have all returned me. I did my duties as instructed but they did not like the environment my appearance created in their households.”
Will inhales the scent again and feels slick ride down his inner thighs. His heat is in a week but he almost feels like it’s now.
“They were afraid of you?”
“Yes.”
Will puts his hand on the clear cage and the alpha stands, his walk as he comes forward not unlike a predator stalking prey. He stops and inhales, his eyes closing as he sighs.
“You smell quite sweet. I imagine the slick you’re emiting will be just as delicious.”
“I need you, alpha.”
The alpha smiles. “Hannibal, my name is Hannibal.”
Will swallows back a moan. “I’m going to buy you, Hannibal.”
Hannibal grins. “I hope I do not frighten you enough to be returned again.”
Will laughs nervously. “I’m not a wilting flower type of omega. Not much scares me.”
Spacedogs AU: Rules to Break When Romancing A Rake
Adam Raki is never going to get married.
He comes to this conclusion even before the end of his season when the lack of alpha attentions was already overwhelmingly obvious. His father has chalked it up to each alpha not being “his one” and he agrees for most did not seem to be able to stomach him for more than a dance.
At least not after he’d told them the rules of courting him.
Rule #1: No kissing.
Any proper omega worth their salt knew you should not put the cart before the horse and his own father had made these rules so he trusted him to be truthful. So what if he’d seen Bethany in the bushes with nearly every omegan who batted their eyelashes at her? Who cared if he knew Will Graham had already impregnated his omega fiance the day after they met?
Things such as a kiss before a marriage bond were reckless and just something he would never do.
Rule #2: No unsupervised rendezvous.
He knew most omegas once they’d found their someone were more than happy to go gallivanting around in the dark to be near them but that was how unwed and unbonded omegas were made. He would not go out without a proper chaperone. No matter how handsome or beautiful an alpha was.
Rule #3: No ingestion of liquors or tobacco products.
Adam’s father smokes a pipe and he does not enjoy the scent, not at all, which means he rides in a separate carriage to every ball. He knows pipes are all the rage though he does not understand the appeal. He will not have a husband who ingests those things nor will he ever do it himself.
Rule #4: No more than one dance.
This rule he often wishes he felt differently on, though he had yet to have an alpha who asked for more than one all season long. He longs at times to get properly danced with, the perfect alpha hold as they move and sway along. That doesn’t seem to be occuring in the near future and he thinks perhaps he should worry about this.
Rule #5: No unseemly conversation
Adam hears omegas whisper about such talk at balls, giggling behind their hands at alpha’s posturing talk of ‘filling’ and ‘tasting’ that he just will not be a part of. He does not understand that type of talk being anything but inappropriate and disgusting.
He has spent the last few months since he came of age somehow turning most alphas away because of his regimented rules but his father says “those are not your person” which helps his anxious feelings on the subject.
The idea that he may spend the rest of his life dealing with heats alone is not the worst thing as he is not entirely comfortable with strangers.
Also he feels no excitement about going to balls.
Adam more and more is thrilled not to be paid much mind. The events his father brings him to he starts to wander around in more than stay in view of the ballroom.
He spends time in the libraries, the porches or, more often than not, the garden.
It’s there, sitting on a bench in the garden of Lord Renoir’s estate, that he first sees The Man in Black.
The man is climbing out of the second story window carrying a rucksack. His face is entirely covered by a mask that also blocks view of his hair. Adam stands and walks forward just as he jumps down to the grass.
“Are you a thief?”
The man turns and his smile makes Adam’s stomach feel odd. “Of course not, Darling,” he says, “I am merely here for the costume ball.”
Adam steps back as the man, whose scent identifies him as Alpha with a sudden rush to Adam’s senses, moves forward.
“This is not a costume ball. I need to—“
The Alpha reaches out and Adam shivers in anticipation of a touch. The stranger’s hand stops just short of his cheek.
“May I touch you, Darling?”
“No,” Adam says, “It’s improper.”
A hearty laugh makes Adam warmer than before and he feels slick slide down his thighs.
“I’m anything but proper, Gorgeous. But I do respect a proper omega. Especially one who smells as good as you do. Can I have your name?”
“No,” Adam whispers, “I don’t give my name to thieves.”
The Man in Black steps back and bows. “Of course you don’t. Apologies. Would you give me a moment to get away before you alert them?”
“I—“
He takes off into the trees before Adam can even finish his thought. Adam feels weak in the knees and has to right himself a moment.
No alpha before has made him feel such things or smelled so very enticing.
It’s a rule he’s lived by since he presented ten years ago and has never had reason to break it.
Then he meets the one alpha he can’t get out of his bloody head.
He can’t even blame it on heat hormones. His heat has been long gone for weeks when they meet but just one touch to his cheek by Jean Duran and the rule go right out the goddamn window.
The sex is phenomenal: desperate, hard, and soft all. When they’re done Adam mourns the loss of his knot. Then they fuck the next morning, and the day after that, and the day after that.
It’s been a week in Jean’s hotel room when Adam wakes up and realizes with horror something he’d rather die than do.
He wants to bond.
That’s why he leaves, runs out, and vows never to see Jean Duran again.
Which is why seven months later when he walks into the event held by his new bosses at the post he does’t think twice about volunteering to be auctioned.
It’s for a good cause after all.
Then he gets up there and a voice sends shivers down his spine.
“One hundred thousand dollars.”
Adam freezes.
“Shit.”
Jean’s smile makes him curl his lip.
No one else throws out a number.
Adam’s led down the stairs and Jean waits at the bottom of them. He takes Adam’s hand and kisses it.
“Congratulations,” Adam whispers, “You just wasted way too much money. I’m not–”
Jean pulls him in close and Adam whimpers. “I would’ve spent a million for just one more night,” he whispers, touching the gland on Adam’s neck, “Just one more chance to force you to be mine.”
“I’m not–”
He kisses Adam’s gland and Adam moans like the worst kind of needy omega.
“You are. We both know you are. I’ve waited months to find you, to wait for a moment where you could not escape. I paid your employer and told every man who would think to attempt to bid that I would cut their throats if they even tried.”
Adam laughs. “You didn’t.”
“I said, he’s mine. They did not need to be told the rest.”
Adam clings and breaths him in.
“Shit,” he moans, “Shit, shit, shit.”
Jean smiles against his skin. “Say it.”
“I am,” he sighs, “I am.”
Jean lifts his head and touches Adam’s cheek. “There, was that so hard? Now, let us dance for the evening. Then we can retire to my room and I will make you mine in every shape and form I possibly can.”
Adam smiles. “Who says I can’t make YOU mine?”
Jean kisses their lips together so softly Adam whimpers as they part.
There were few jobs that paid enough that Lucas was comfortable in anymore. He didn’t do well with crowds, strangers, or even most other alphas which made career opportunities that paid enough sparse.
Which was why the flier at the market caught his eye.
Part Time Alphas Wanted
The phone number is questionable but he calls anyway.
The building he’s directed to after a phone interview is professional looking and the next talk is even better. Within two weeks he’s given his first client.
A week later he’s given two more.
By the first six months he’s one of the most requested alphas on staff.
Then as Spring rolls in he’s given an emergency situation with a new client he’s never met before.
Mr. Joe Connor
Lucas walks up to the apartment and almost immediately is hit with a scent that makes him shudder.
Mine
He knocks on the door and waits to see those lovely eyes he remembers from the picture in Joe’s file.
The minute the door opens and Lucas is hit with the scent of desperate heat all the rest fades away.
**************
Joe’s hard glare makes his insides churn.
“I don’t think I need this anymore.”
Lucas looks away and fights the tears that want to come. “I see. If there has been something in my performance that’s unsatisfactory…”
Joe’s hollow laugh makes him look again.
“No, nothing’s…I just can’t.”
He nods. “I will see myself out.”
The walk to Joe’s door is hard and turning the knob even harder.
“You’re just gonna leave? Just like that? You won’t…”
He turns and sees Joe has his arms crossed and his face is wet with tears.
“You asked me to leave.”
“But you’re…you’re supposed to tell me no! That you….I just…”
Lucas walks over to him and touches his cheek, the tiny shiver that goes through them both a spark he doesn’t think he can live without for long.
“Tell me.”
“I…I don’t want it to be part time anymore. I can’t get you out of my head and I miss you when you’re not here. I think I’m–”
Lucas smiles. “I love you too.”
The bruising kiss he gets in response makes him want to howl, but instead all he does is hold Joe harder.
There was a dangerous look in his eye, a twitch, and Adam knew immediately the first thought was that he was lying.
“I’m not lying,” he spat, glaring, “You think I wanted this? Stuck with this kid till it comes out so I can give it….”
Jean stood abruptly, lip curling back as he snarled, “You will NOT give my child away.”
Adam walked up to him, staring coldly. “You’re not my alpha, you have no control over my body in any fucking way so I can do just about…”
He was pulled, hard, the hand on his chin digging into his skin. “You will live here, in this apartment, for the duration of your pregnancy and then leave the child here. I will pay you a handsome fee for this and we will never need to see each other again.”
Adam pushed him off, rubbing his jaw, and staggering back. “How much?”
Jean eyed him coldly. “Whatever number you desire.”
Adam ran a hand over his burgeoning belly, the slight paunch there visible through his shirt. “A million dollars.”
“Sold.”
Filled with queue with my old omegaverse for omegaverse day. Some I’d forgotten I wrote! I hope you enjoy them.
On the other side of the door Will heaves into an open toilet bowl while the contents of last night’s and this morning’s meals leave his body empty. He’s rung out by the end, sweaty and really quite horrible to look at by the time he is able to see in the mirror.
Hannibal’s knocks are no more and he wonders if the alpha thinks he’s rude for not giving him answers earlier.
Will sighs and rubs his belly.
“So much for fancy food. Gonna have to stick to garbage from now on.”
He washes his mouth out with Listerine before he opens the door and Hannibal is of course not there. The bed is made and his bag sits in the middle of it.
No note or even a goddamn orange slice.
Not that he cares.
Will dresses and walks down the stairs with his bag slung over one shoulder only to pause at the bottom.
Hannibal stands there holding a glass of something and concern is in his eyes.
Will wants to rub all over him and run at the same time. “Thanks,” he mumbles, “What’s this?”
“A homeopathic remedy. Trust me.”
He drinks it slowly and tastes orange, mango and possibly ginger. His stomach feels better already before he finishes.
“It’s good. Look I’m sorry I—“
Hannibal puts two fingers over his lips.
“You were ill unexpectedly, there is no apology needed. While I am sure you want to flee I would ask you to stay?”
“I—I think the dogs probably need to go out.”
It’s a shitty excuse and they both know it, but he’s not gonna let an alpha baby him all day. Not even one he wants to drown in.
Hannibal takes his hand and kisses it.
“I understand,” he whispers, “Though before you go I have a momento for you to take.”
Will laughs as he pulls out a handkerchief, much more fancy than the one Will had been using before. Their fingers brush when he takes it from him.
“Thanks, Hannibal. I’ll call you when I get home.”
Hannibal pulls him into a kiss and their tongues brush just enough for Will to whimper when they part.
“Have a good day.”
The walk from the house is harder to make with each step and when he’s in the car Will finds himself in tears.
“Fuck.”
This whole business was dangerous to start in the first place and now he doesn’t know now if he can stop.
He drives home in a daze and cares for the dogs though they seem awful wary of him for some reason. He falls asleep almost immediately when he lays down and doesn’t get up till nightfall, hungry and aching for Hannibal.
Will rolls onto his back and rubs one out without much pleasure, his release only perfunctory and after still aches so much that he showers in hopes the water soothes.
It doesn’t.
He panics when he doesn’t smell like Hannibal after, rushes to sniff his clothes and put them back on.
The immediate effects all happen at once, content and safe feelings overtake Will.
People treated you like gold when you had a kid in you and a mate mark on your neck, yeah, but they’d also try to touch your fucking stomach like they had any goddamn right. They’d ask personal fucking questions and ask about the due date, which fuck them if they thought he’d share.
Then he’d go home and remember why he got pregnant in the first place.
Adam lit up when he walked in the door now and always, his hands came to Nigel’s belly immediately, and the thorough scenting after any time apart made Nigel’s hole ache.
Adam was an expert at taking him apart after and making Nigel forget why he was so mad in the first fucking place.
With Adam he loved being pregnant, and only Adam.
He hoped the little thing inside him had Adam’s eyes.
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