hello ❤ this is my small contribution to @hannibalcreative‘s spacedogs summer! this was so much fun to draw!! i really love spacedogs and i’ll definitely draw them more in the future <333
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.”
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.
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.”
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.
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.
That was what Nigel heard anyway, the news spreading far and wide all the way to his favorite biter bar, Stoker’s. The vamp population in Cali was a lot smaller than it was back home, mostly full of newly turned assholes who took the news as if Freddy fucking Krueger was coming through the door any minute.
Nigel hadn’t seen a Raki in about a quarter century, a feisty little brunette who gave him a scar and was torn open by an angry Ygritte who then bragged about it for at least five years after. He remembered her angry blue eyed stare, the excitement in those eyes at almost taking him down, and felt invigorated for the fight to come.
Except there was no fight.
Far and wide vamps waited, terrified of the war to come, but nothing happened.
Days passed and then weeks till finally Nigel took a peek. He’d heard the Raki slayer was living by the park and doing reconnaissance every evening but still hadn’t struck once. When Nigel walked into the park and saw the back of the Raki’s head, he inhaled the scent and nearly doubled over.
Amazing.
He wanted to drown in him, suck him near dry and then feed on him again and again.
Nigel must’ve made noise because the Raki turned to look.
“Hello.”
He blinked.
Fuck he was beautiful. Windswept curls, creamy skin, perfect pink lips, and those same blue eyes he remembered so long ago.
Nigel licked his lips. “Hello.”
The Raki eyed him with interest. “Are you here to look at stars? There aren’t many but they’re there.”
He craned his neck back and Nigel swallowed back a moan. “You like stars, darling?”
The Raki tilted his neck but just enough to look at him again. “Oh yes. Do you?”
Nigel stepped forward quite aware that this might be a trick and still compelled to be closer. “Yes. I am very interested in all kinds of heavenly bodies. May I sit?”
“Yes.”
He sat down and stared at the youngest and according to many last Raki in the US. Nigel couldn’t imagine this ethereal angel hurting a goddamn fly let alone a vampire so obviously he wasn’t a slayer by any means.
The thought made him relax entirely and stare up at the stars that so captivated the Raki boy.
“You do this often?”
“Every night.”
That explained things. There was no possible why he could’ve been planning any sort of reconnaissance. He’d just been looking at the twinkle of little stars.
Nigel laughed and leaned forward, a split second decision that to this day he had no excuse for. The rest of things were a blur, the quick way the Raki moved, the hard hold he didn’t expect, and the stake planted right over his heart but not inside.
The warmth of the Raki’s breath was more than a fucking turn on, as was the hard set to his eyes.
“I don’t like vampires coming close to me without permission. Please apologize.”
Nigel’s fangs came forth unbidden and he hissed out, “Are you fucking serious?”
The Raki pressed the stake in closer to his shirt and it started to tear.
“I’ve never killed a vampire in front of people before but I’m fairly certain I can get away with it. My father did once and said it was for a movie. Do you like movies?”
Nigel grabbed for him and the Raki draped himself over his lap.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “Never has to ask fucking permission to move before your highness.”
The hold was gone just as fast as it had come, and Nigel’s dick twitched when the Raki moved off him.
“It’s not a horrible thing to ask permission, is it? You were flirting with me, I think, and if we have sexual intercourse—“
Nigel let out a laugh. “What makes you think I want to fuck you? I got no death wish gorgeous and you certainly—“
“My name isn’t gorgeous, it’s Adam. I don’t like nicknames or anything like that. Also I would be the one inside you I think. For my first time.”
Nigel blinked.
Oh fuck.
A Virgin. He hasn’t had a Virgin in months. A Virgin Raki slayer?
“Nice to meet you, Adam Raki, but I am done with this bullshit before I get my ass killed.”
He stood up and took a few steps before Adam called out.
“It’s rude not to tell me your name when I told you mine.”
Nigel smiled and turned to look at him again. The effect did not wear off even after seeing him already.
“Nigel.”
Adam eyed him with interest.
“You’re very handsome Nigel. Please keep safe and don’t make me have to do what I do. Even though you were rude I don’t ever go after someone just for being different.”
Nigel tipped his head forward to nod.
“Same to you, Darling. Same to you.”
He left and pulled out his phone, warm all over from the encounter.
The text to Darko was to the point.
I MET THE RAKI AND HE’S FUCKING PERFECT.
Okay, this? Is perfection and I am so here for more of it *chinhands*
I don’t know which story this is. I feel like I should but I don’t remember doing any arranged marriage aus for Spacedogs. If you’re talking about The Arrangement that’s not an ABO and it’s not an arranged marriage.
I know this is an extremely old prompt but I finally feel in a place where I can answer some of them so I apologize for the wait.
If you sent this and can point me in the right direction it would be appreciated. I’ve written alot of things and sometimes even I forget them.
It was the bike that caught his eye. A vintage Triumph Trophy in pristine condition, all sleek lines and gleaming chrome, the most gorgeous piece of kit. The sight of it, parked right outside his apartment block, stopped Nigel in his tracks as he ambled out the front door, his cigarette left dangling from his lips unlit.
When asked later, Nigel would claim he didn’t notice the rider at first because he only ever had eyes for Adam, for his Star. But the truth was, he was so in lust with the bike that it took a few moments for the shapely pair of legs straddling it to come into his awareness. When they did, though, Nigel couldn’t help the way his gaze slid up slim, denim-clad calves, to the pleasingly thick thighs that rested either side of the beautiful beast of a machine beneath them.
Nigel swallowed. He might be spoken for, and happily too, but there was nothing wrong with appreciating beauty where he found it, and the combination of this bike and that body were doing things to him he had every intention of enjoying.
He let his eyes rise further, to a taut, flat stomach only highlighted by the white cotton shirt covering it. Somebody’s got a James Dean fetish, Nigel thought as he clocked the red jacket that completed the ensemble. He’d always been more of a McQueen man but he had to admit, the look was a good one, showcasing the rider’s lean, lithe form in spectacular fashion. He let his gaze linger for a moment longer on the view, the sinful curve of the rider’s body as he leaned over the handlebars, one lithe, fine-boned hand overhanging gracefully.
One lithe, fine-boned hand that looked oddly familiar to Nigel…
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