#‘oliver is a cad’ he definitely is if not in practice than definitely in spirit

[queermccoy]

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oliver makes lou redo the cardigan pictures when he’s pregnant so he can do them “right” and show off his glorious omega body, flourishing with pregnancy, positively glowing (lou is so nauseous through the whole thing and rushes off to throw up. he takes a picture with his face against the toilet and makes oliver include that in the baby book)

Is it too late to say I wish you would write a louliver omegaverse fic 😂😂 I'm thinking specifically his reaction to the lou photo shoot but if it strikes your fancy anything will do

never too late for a louliver prompt 😝 (lain bless you)

i am fully making up some omegaverse language, bear with me

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Oliver was an omeginist, okay? He was. An omega's body was their own, no one could tell them what to do with it. It wasn't his business. He wasn't that kind of alpha. He was totally and 100% an omeginist, which was why he felt justified in saying, "I can't believe you let them take these with your tits out."

It wasn't secondary-sexist because he was an omeginist. Obviously.

He was on the phone with Lou, airpods in, thumbing through the pictures from his Felix photoshoot, fighting with the website to see them all. They weren't artful and as he went, Oliver noted all of the ways he would have done it himself.

Lou said something, but Oliver wasn't listening. He settled back on his couch, dogs on either side of him, head tipped back. The hood from his sweatshirt slipped up his forehead, but he didn't fix it. He idly scratched behind an ear with one hand, tapping to zoom in on the particular photo that was making his stomach squirm unpleasantly with the other; Lou in a cardigan with his torso on display, tits the center of attention.

"It's just that," Oliver continued, "you're so weird about your omega status. And then you let them take pictures of your naked breasts."

Oliver listened to the answering dead air before Lou asked incredulously, "Are you actually jealous right now?"

Unfortunately, Oliver had spent enough time with Lou to hear the smug grin behind it. Well, fuck that. He wasn't jealous. He didn't even like that man. And he hated this photographer. On his phone, Lou was glancing over his shoulder like a slutty omega waiting for their mate to return from sea. Absolute faff.

And he'd just brushed aside Oliver's concerns about his internalized secondary-sexism, which he should be taking more seriously. No one could tell from the pictures alone that Lou was an omega but Oliver knew. Oliver also knew that Lou was fucked in the head about it.

He definitely wasn't jealous. At all.

"Obviously not." Oliver zoomed in again on the picture, using fingers from both hands to enlarge the curve of Lou's closest-to-the-camera tit. Oliver felt the phantom firmness of it on his tongue. He sucked on his teeth to get rid of it.

He didn't let Lou respond. He said, "Come over," and then hung up the phone.

Lou was there 45 minutes later. He was wearing a cardigan.

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no longer taking i wish you would writes