#Alpha!Graves

[skele-ghost]

Fuck in the Graveyard (not really)

Summary: (Graves/Reader) You’ve been taking illegal suppressants for wayyy too long, and when you miss a dose, it all comes crashing down.

Content Warning: A/B/O Omegaverse dynamics, reader is afab, female pronouns?, substance abuse, technically is a fuck or die situation, p in v, knotting, brief fingering

Graves is kinda sweet in this one. I’ve never posted my stuff anywhere before and this is the first fic I’ve written in second person. Let me know what y’all think. I do not take requests.

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The thing about taking illegal suppressants is that you have to time them perfectly. You’d better have your cycle down to a science, and you’d better take them three days before your heat, during, and three days after—and don’t you dare take them any more than 24 hours apart.

That’s how you wound up completely fucked: you took one dose two hours too late, and now the suppressants were completely ineffective. Was it really your fault? No, you’d been in the middle of a firefight, for fucks sake! But by some sick case of luck and science that made next to no sense, your heat started to build.

You hid being an Omega as much as you could. It wasn’t exactly a secret—it was there in your file for anyone to see. But so long as your heats were taken care of and you weren’t sending every Alpha within a mile radius into a rut, the military was happy.

And you were happy to let them believe that you were taking the regular course of suppressants that they prescribed you, and not the dangerous, high-dose, illegal ones that you preferred. They made your scent next to undetectable and made sure you could actually think straight when you were suppressing your heat, unlike the regular ones.

You were a specialist, an asset of high importance, and you’d be damned if you’d let your own biology stand in the way of that.

That’s why you liked the Shadows. Graves sent you a job offer after working with you on a mission gone sour in Urzikstan. He admired the way you kept your head cool when the world was falling apart around you. Even when you disclosed your designation, he shrugged it off.

“As long as you can keep your head cool like you did out there, we won’t have any problems,” he’d said.

And you’d kept your promise for nearly two years, now. But that was a long time to go without a heat, and a long time to be surrounded by the heady scent of Alpha unclaimed.

You were ashamed of the way you had to take off earlier. Once everyone was back from the mission, in one piece, settled in, you bolted, feeling the heat and sweat cling to you like a second skin.

It was sheer resolve that allowed you to keep the scent patches on for so long, little bandages clamped over your glands with a strong deodorizer, not letting anything out. You nearly passed out from the intense pain of prying them off your neck and wrists, the scent glands over-sensitive to even a breeze.

You blink away the tears quickly; you have to stay focused. You’ll drive to the safe house and crash there, get something planned. You knew the consequences of completely suppressing your heat for so long with such toxic drugs. Now you had to live with the consequences.

The little white farmhouse is remote, nestled deep in an old growth wood. It was beautiful, living up to the pictures you’d seen when Graves had shown it to you as a precaution. It had been in his family for generations before he fixed it up and decided to turn it into a safe house.

You pant as you put the car in park, staring at the building for a moment, your thoughts jumbled and disconjointed. As much as you want to melt into the seat, you have to get inside. A cold shower—that’s what you promise yourself, meek little motivation.

It manages to pull you out of the truck, onto shaky legs that want to collapse underneath you, but you push on.

They key is behind a brick on the foundation beneath the porch. It takes you a moment to remember which one—Graves had only shown you once.

Since you are the only unclaimed omega in the Shadows, he told you where the house was and how to access it. Just in case you had, in his words, “omega-related problems.” It isn’t too far from base. You’d have to figure out some way to show your eternal gratitude for the man…if you ever saw him again.

You retrieve the key and turn to make your way up the stairs, and that’s when things go sideways. You trip on the last step, crashing onto the porch with a force that shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.

The key falling out of your hand is the last coherent thought that you have before the pain takes over. Your sensitive skin and muscles cry out and it feels like hitting a sore bruise, everywhere.

You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stare up at the watery image of the porch’s ceiling. There’s a wasp’s nest, gross, but it’s November. They’re either sleeping or dead from the cold.

And thank god it’s cold, because at least your skin doesn’t feel like it’s completely on fire.

You know this is bad. You’ve deteriorated too quickly, the heat sneaking up and hitting you like a blitz attack from the dark.

As much as you hate to admit it, heats are necessary. It gets rid of built-up chemicals in the brain, provides a release to make new ones. Not quite like sleep was necessary, but in a similar fashion.

You’re worried that this one might kill you. You’re worried that if this one isn’t quelled and satisfied, you might end up brain-dead or in an eternal coma like the people in those stories your middle school health class scared you with.

But in the face of death? All that you wish is that you could apologize for the inconvenience. What kind of paperwork would Graves have to fill out for your corpse? Would he get in trouble for not monitoring you, for not knowing about your use of the illegal suppressants?

You slip into unconsciousness, the word ‘sorry’ on the tip of your tongue.

-

A whimper is all you manage as you stir awake, the first thing you notice being the thick, heavy, intoxicating scent of an Alpha, and one you know.

Graves smells like bonfires and bourbon, or maybe it’s whiskey? You make a breathy moan at the smell, brows furrowing as you feel yourself being carried.

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, his voice making a nice rumble trail down your spine.

He’s holding you bridal style and then holds you close to him as he sits down, tucking your head into his neck so that you can scent him.

It cools the flames slightly, letting your mind clear itself of the fog as you finally stir, opening your eyes.

“Com-mander?” You ask, voice not much louder than a whisper.

He pulls you back, glancing down at you, his blue eyes filled with concern. “(Y/N), what’s going on? You don’t smell right, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Suppressants…not working,” you grit out, whimpering as an uncomfortable cramp begins in your gut.

“The ones you’ve been taking? Why, what’s wrong with them?” He lays you down on the bed he’d been sitting on and you whine at the loss of contact, squinting your eyes shut at the cramping.

You can hear him search through your bag, the one that had been digging painfully into your back a few minutes ago, and you hear the rattle of a pill bottle.

“Oh, (Y/N), you didn’t…” he says, and you can only imagine what his expression is as he looks at the bottle. It’s pretty damning—the prescription bottle with someone else’s name blacked out on it, half empty, label reading exactly what’s inside.

Graves returns to your side, his cool hand on your cheek turning you to look up at him. He looks…betrayed? Crestfallen? Worried, above all else, as he holds the bottle up with one hand.

“(Y/N), tell me you didn’t take these—tell me this isn’t what I think it is,” he demands, the command in his tone making a gush of slick escape you, adding to your already soaked panties.

“M’ sorry,” you whisper, tears blurring up along your waterline.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he growls, tossing the pills onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. “What do I do? You need to go to a hospital, is that it?”

You shake your head, “no, they can’t do anything. And I’d get arrested—ah!” You cry out, curling inwards as a sharp, painful cramp rolls through. Slick gushes out of you again, your organs overproducing as if they need to make up for all the missed heats. After a few agonizing moments it calms down and leaves you gasping, tears rolling down your cheeks.

You know what your options are, you know how fucked up this is, and you know that Graves is probably going to fire you after this—but you also know that you’re not ready for the final alternative.

“Please, it hurts!” You beg, pleading up at the sight of your commander above you, “please, Alpha.”

He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, pursing his lips in that way you’ve always found so hot, “are you sure? You’re not thinking clearly, (Y/N).”

You nod frantically, grabbing his arm and scenting his wrist, keening at the smell, “please, please, Graves.”

His restraint snaps and he climbs ontop of you, pinning your wrists to the bed and placing his mouth on yours. You moan into it, trying to lift you hips up to get some kind of friction to no avail.

He pulls away and you tilt you head aside to give him better access to your neck as he scents you, breathing in deeply and growling. You cry out as he runs his tongue and teeth along the glands.

“I never got a good smell of you, (Y/N), you always wear those damn patches and I always want to rip them off,” he nibbles along your jaw, your whines and whimpers filling the small bedroom.

“Alpha, please,” you beg, desperate, clenching around nothing when you want to be clenching around him. “Inside, please put it inside.”

“I know, baby,” he says, pecking your lips again before he pulls back, hands gliding along your sides as he pulls your shirt off. “You’re burning up.”

Tears prick in the corners of your eyes and you squirm, whining and babbling as he pulls your bra off, too. The cooler air feels nice on your sweat-sheen skin, and you buck your hips as Graves gets off of you, hooking his fingers to pull your pants and panties down in one fell swoop.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses, then groans at the sight of your slick, how it clings to your parties in wet strings before he pulls them away.

Your boots are still on and he didn’t get your pants all the way off, but maybe seeing how soaked you are makes Graves hasty.

The most pornographic moan escapes you as he sinks two fingers in your hole, your sweet little cunt sucking them in and clenching down.

“Fuck, good Omega,” Graves groans, slipping in a third finger that has you moaning even louder.

Every spot he hits is the right one, every move pure ecstasy. Your voice is a broken babble of pleads and curses and moans, begging for your commander to fuck you, to take you, to make you his.

You almost sob when he retracts his fingers, not even caring to wipe them as he rolls you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pulling them up into the air, right against his own.

Feeling his erection against your ass, you turn downright frantic, “please please please, please fuck me, Alpha, please I need your knot so bad!”

He hisses as you rub against him and he begins unbuckling his belt, which only spurs you on more. He manages to still your hips and get his pants down, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick.

You keen embarrassingly loud as he enters you, slowly letting every inch of himself be swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

When he bottoms out, pressing against your cervix, it’s like a switch flips. You cum, whining as your legs shake, as Graves gasps behind you.

“Goddamn, baby,” he drawls, squeezing into the meat of your hips. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

Your brain is too melted with lust to be able to form any coherent sentence. When he pulls out and slowly thrusts back into you, testing the waters, you all but go limp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moan.

“Goooood girl,” he praises, speeding up his thrusts and finding a steady rhythm, your skin slapping together. “So slick and tight for me, omega, good god—“

All you can do is moan and take it. There’s no more painful cramping, and though your skin is still hot it’s not as bad. Your body is getting exactly what it needs: a good, hard fucking by a big, strong Alpha.

“(Y/N),” Graves moans, his voice sounding so sweet to your ears, “so good, baby. Better than I ever imagined.”

You keen at that, at your alpha wanting you—well, he isn’t yours, is he? It makes your heart sting slightly but that’s quickly forgotten with a slap to your ass, sending shockwaves of excitement through you.

You can feel yourself getting tighter, getting ready to be thrown over the edge again, and you can feel Graves speed up his thrusts, his knot slowly beginning to swell inside you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, “gonna give you my knot, gonna fill you up good—“

His thrusts get even harder, even rougher, and you cry out, feeling yourself come tumbling violently over the edge as his knot catches on you, cumming in waves like the sea crashes onto shore.

Graves stills inside you, making good on his promise, shooting ropes and ropes of hot seed. You can feel his swollen knot inside you, just past your entrance, making your pussy full in the most delicious way. You hear him catch his breath before he carefully rolls you both over onto your sides, laying down with you on the bed.

You hum happily as he wraps his arms around you, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder as both of your ragged breathing calms.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he says, his voice husky in a way that makes you wish you were his.

“Yeah,” you manage to reply, running your hands along the arms that hold you.

“I don’t want you taking those damn pills ever again,” he growls, making you shiver. “Understand?”

You open your eyes and turn to look at him, confused at the soft expression on his face. It’s almost…vulnerable? Wasn’t he going to fire you?

“Commander?”

“This isn’t up for debate,” he says. Behind his blue eyes is a fire you know well, akin to the one that dances in his eyes on the battlefield. “I’ll drug test you if I have to, but I’m not going to lose you to some stupid suppressants.”

You blink. “You’re not going to fire me?”

“What? No,” he says like you’re crazy for thinking so. “But if you want to stay, darlin,’ we’re going to need to set some ground rules.”

“Okay,” you agree, relieved. You didn’t want to lose your job, it’s a good gig. The employee benefits are killer…and you’d miss your commander.

“It’s simple, (Y/N), no more illegal suppressants, and you come to me for your heats,” that bastard smirk of his returns and you giggle.

“Are you propositioning me, Commander?”

“Hell, yes I am,” he says proudly, reaching up to caress your cheek. “Probably should’ve done it sooner.”

You lean in and kiss him, enjoying how it sweetens his scent. Your heart flutters in place, content, elated; you had only ever dreamed of this. You finally have him.

“Oh, and no more scent patches. You smell too damn good to be covered up.”

You roll your eyes at him, still grinning. “You sure about that? I don’t think you’ll like every other alpha sniffing after me.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll keep you safe,” he says confidently, placing a lingering kiss to your cheek. His eyes hint at something darker, “besides… they’ll catch on.”

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Teaching cadets how to round in math

Little cadet: “Seventeen how old are you?”

Alpha-17: “Twenty one.”

Little: *Doing the math*

Alpha-17: “TWO and ONE.”

Little: “Oooh…so you’re almost fifty!”

Alpha-17: “That’s right.”

Little: “And then you’ll be dead.”

Fordo: *gasps from the other side of the room* “Cadet!”

Alpha-17: “I hope so. Well don’t correct him he’s right. I yearn for the urn.”

Fordo: “NO-“

[lexirosewrites]

good morning! try not to think about how the independence day fireworks in Hawkins the year after Star Court would stress Steve out so much that he presents late as an omega as a panic response. and really try not to think about how the alpha he wants to take care of him is dead!

[hirik0]

Desiered by the gods part 1

AlphaGodGhost/OmegaSacreficeSoap/AlphaGodRoach | Omegaverse

Ten years of war, ten hard years of war. A famine is now one bad harvest away, many Alphas dead by now. It is a desaster and the people are getting angry with the crown. Alpha King Shepard at this point is only intressted in securing the throne. He looks at his most loyal Knight the Alpha Phillip Graves giving orders.

"I dont care how you make the Omega priests to complie just do it", Shepard is ordering and Graves heart is dropping. He still bows down and leaves the throne saal. The oldest priests will not give in lightly to this. Hes not even sure they have a Omega for what they are planning. He walks out the courtyard towards the temples. This can't go on, if needed Shepard has to go, his King and the Emporer of the North are in rivalry and bound in hatred for each other for decades and everybody but the rulers are suffering. He remembers what Baron Price and Barrones Laswell said, for the kingdom to survive the King has to go and he slowly is at the point where he is agreeing. Mainly to secure his own place in the high society, being close to the King is not smart anymore. His Shadows, suffering under the constant attacks of Makarovs Konni unit. He's lucky he meets nobody on the way, the peasants are not holding back the hostility and aggressive towards the crown and its loyalist anymore. When he enters the main building of the temple he sees priestess Farah, talking with a family with a baby, he stays back, don't understand the words but hears the desperation in the voice of the mother. The baby is likely sick and dying like so many of them by now. He stays in the shadows let Farah handle the situation, because his presence could easily escalate a already desprate situation. The mother starts to cry, to whaile in agony, when Farah is shaking her head a pained expression on her face. Maybe Shepards plan is not that insane anymore. The next generation is dying and it would be a save way to end the war. The mother is falling to her knees her pain to strong yo keep standing. A daily tragegy by now, mother trying ot find a way to save their dying children, fathers and sons that never come home again. Soilders fall to protect their families from war and lose them to nature. Farah is saying something to the woman, but shes jsut screaming at her, not understandable over the pain shes feeling. He sees the anger for a short moment on Fahras face and he understands that is is likely not the first mother, she cant help in this war. Farah is leavin the building signaling him to folow her and he does.

"Kight Graves", she greets him, while they walk towards the temple of the sea goddes.

"Priestes Farah" She looks at him learning from the tone of his voice he has bad knews.

"What does youre majesty wants?", she aks coldly, a flare of anger in her jasmin scent.

"He wants the high priest to to a special ritual to win the war", he explains, they rush throw the halls of the goddes.

"With what resurces?", she asks him.

"Its, an omega for the war god", Graves explains what he understood, Farah stops, her eyes wide, color leaving her face.

"He cant be serious, its not so bad for that and to the war god? The only god know to never having an Omega? The god told to fall in love with powerfull Alpha soilders, that god?" Farah has a point here.

"Its about the slic." Farahs mouth dropps open at this.

"Alpahs will lose their mind if they smell an Omega chossen to serve the gods, this will be just as dangerous for our troops as the enemies", she hisses, the King is mad and desprate a dangerous compination.

"What do you mean?", Graves asks confused.

"An Omega must smell so good that even the gods get tempted, it can cause a mortal Alpha go into feral, violent rut and they will fight to death to get this Omega, against everyone they see. This is insane, the smell is so powerfull it can even override a bond. Hes mad, Graves, your serving an mad man." Farah explains getting more and more angry at this. The whole weight of what the King is asking him to do crashing down on him. He would have to remove all Shadows from the main battelfield, he will not sacrefice them for this.

"What about true mates?", Graves asks atleast its said nothing an break the bound of true mates. Farah huffes looking at him as if hes dumb.

"It's the most powerfull Omega scent you can ever smell, not even a true made could save you from going mad." She scolds him disgusted, her smell now filled with a sour under tone.

"What if its only a hint of the smell?" She gives him an angry look, a constand smell of rage slowly erasing her jasim scent. He is testing her patients and she dont need to answer him. With the look on her face its clear there is no save dosis with how potent the smell is.

"The temple cant be use for weeks to make sure every trace of the omega scent is faded. Gets heavely cleaned every day till its demend save to use for Alphas again." Farah explains, before they reach their goal the living buildings of the temple area.

The talk was long and fruitless. The only one wanting to do this is the King himself. Graves feels miserable, knowing what happens to the Omega feels wrong. Learning the full truth about the ritual left a bad feeling behind. Its truely a cruel fate to who ever is chosen. He needs to talk with Baroness Laswell and Baron Price, before he returns to the King. In the end Shepard will force everyone to participate, but maybe they can delay it for a just a short while. He walks straight towards the district Laswell lifes in. Laswell born into a long line of fabric traders, that is bringing a lot of wealth in the kingdom and took over the buisness as the only heir with a lot of reservation from her father to give the buisness to a Beta. Her best friend Baron Price is from a long line of Knights that are loyal to the country but rarely to the ruler. The Price family is very popular with the common people.

Together the two are in opposite to the King in the council and a pain to work with, normaly. But with him now rethinking his loyaltis working with these two is likely the smartes move he can make. Graves knows he has to push his own problems with the two aside for now. He walks the street only a few people are outside their homes. They all look, aged beyond their years, the war making some of them to a husk. Eyes dull, no hope left, grieve about losing multiple family members, he don't want to know how the people in the countryside look, if that's how the people living in the city look like. Not to forget this is one of the better districts, the situation in the poor parts gone from barely a live worth living to absolute apocalyptic. He walks up to the Laswells small town villa, knocking at the door. A young maid is opening, her face lost the youthfulness.

"Yes?", she asks him, watching him over assecing if she should close the door in his face or not.

"I need to talk with Lady Laswell, its urgent", Graves explains, she rolls his eyes, she likey figured that our already.

"And who am I to announce to the Lady?", she asks nervously as if she's having the position not that long.

"Sir Phillip Graves." With that the young Omega is letting him in and tells him to wait in the salon. He dont bother to sit down, Kate will be here soon enough to get him out of here as fast as possible without being rude. He hears footsteps echoing through the entrance hall and Kate swiftly walks in the room.

"Graves", she greats him coldly not liking how grimme Graves is looking.

"The King is getting desprate and he will force the priest to perform a ritual, they are against." He explains his viste. Kate is pressing her lips together, her gaze darkening.

"Which ritual?" She needs more information. Probably also assecing if this s a ploy Graves is laying out infront of her.

"Omega sacrifice to the gods. He also wants to use the slick from the Omega on the battlefield." The face of the Baroness is turning pale, she claws at her dress. Graves would never lie about something this urgent.

"He's insane", she wispers in the silent room, waiting for Graves to disagree, being genuine suprised at him nodding. The front door opens and they hear somebody enter.

"Kate I'm... what's he doing here?", Kates protégé John MacTavish is asking. The Omega not hiding his dislike for the Alpha Knight.

"Johnny", Graves greats the Omega big smile on his face knowing that he absolutely hates being called that. Soap presses his jaws together to not say anything unwise. Displeasure slipping in his rose scent.

"Behave both of you." The Beta is scolding both of them. No fighting on her house, they can do it outsite of the front door if they have too.

"You will inform Price about what we just talked about? I still have to report back to the King", Graves asks, knowing no to overstay the littel hospitality he's given.

"I will", she agrees and with that the Alpha is leaving her house, leaving the worry he brought with him here. Soap looks at the Baroness, Graves viste means bad news, really bad news.

"Why was he here?", Soap ask knowing he will get a dismissive answer at best.

"Bringing bad news Soap." Soap sents get a flare of annoyance in his scent he figured out that much himself. Kate is asking herself if she should send Soap home to his family. He insisted on staying over the war to complete his training, but she has this bad feeling, now. Soap knows that look on her face, she's thinking of sending him back home.

"I will not leave", he tells her and he sees tears in her eyes. What ever bad news means they must be really bad for this reaction. A littel stone is forming in his stomach, maybe he should viste his family if she ask him to do so.

Soap, is the youngest and only Omega of 5 siblings. Born into a powerful clan up north in the parts that dont belong to the Empire, with so different rules about how to be a proper Omega. Sent here to learn to become a good trader to profit the clan. Hes now living 12 years with the Baroness from the 20 he's suposed to learn from her. He rarely allows himself to go back home, the feeling if not fitting in at home getting stronger the longer he stays here. His best friend is Kyle Garrick, the adopted son of Baron John Price. The Beta training hard to become an excellent Knight just like his father, only survivor of his childhood home being attack by bandits. At the moment they try to listen what both their parental figure are talking about in Kates office. Ears pressed against the wooden door. They both now its useless, the door being made to make eavesdropping impossible.

"Graves told it to her personally?", Gaz asks about what happend earlier again, disbelieve still strong in his voice. Must be really bad for Graves to consider working with Lady Kate and Price.

"Yes, Kate cried." Gaz frowns trying to put the informations togehter. They fall over when the door is opend suddenly and they sheepishly look up at their mentors parental figure.

"Bit to old for this to happen", Kates comments their behaviour, a thight smile that not reaching her eyes. She reallly taught Soap better then this.

"Not to forgett you know the door is sound proofed", Price reminds them. The two are getting up looking at the floor, Soaps face blushing in embarrassment.

"Also what you tried could be considered spying on the council." With that Soap and Gaz mumbel one apology after the nother. Getting a amused smile out of Price and another head shake from Kate. Children both of them thinking fondly.

"We, need to talk with you about this, especailly Soap", Kate tells them a grim look on the face damm the rules. The stone in Soaps stomach is growing, understanding why Kate wants him to viste his family, the situation is getting so bad that its better to sent him with incompleated training home then the faith of death with how worried they look. The two young men are sitting down on the couch, Kate sits down on on a arm chair, while Price paces up and down infront of the fire place.

"As Soap already told you Graves visted and he brought bad news. The King will force the priest to perform a specific ritual." Kate starts to explain and Soaps mouth is getting try. King , force and specific ritual are word you never want to hear in one sentence. A cold feeling running down his spine.

"He wants to sacrafice an Omega to the gods. From the few thinks that are know to the public is not very much, but also very concerning. An Omega is choosen, by qualification unknown to us and forced to get an unnatrual heat. Their scent becomes so strong that not even a god can resist the temptation, but the Omega dies. A live of an Omega for the help of the gods." Gaz is nodding along, its not that bad of a trait one Omega against help from the gods, its a good trade, what is the life of one against an whole army. Price as if he knows what his son is thinking stops pacing, shaking his head.

"Its not a good trade, and there are a few stroies telling that the gods did not ecapted the ofer, its a slow and painfull dead", Price conters the toughts of the young Beta.

"If the scent is this tempting, what happend if a non god is smeeling it?", Soap asks, dreading the answer, the stone heavy and nausea spreading. The feeling he knows from story told by his grandmother when he was a child. An Omega smelling so good driving every Alpha into madness.

"Madness", Kate answeres and Kyle is putting the pieces slowly together. Soaps scent chages to absolute terror, hes not even angry about losing controll over his scent like this.

"So if you would use the scent on a battel field, it would be a masacare", Kyle concludes, voice heavy and his face turning pale.

"Yes", Price confirms and Soap dont dare open his mouth anymore. He will likely puke all over the floor if he does.

"Not to forget the few survivers also would to be killed, because no one that deep into being feral rud is coming back", Kate brings up, Soap is not listening anymore. The horribel realistion washing over him, turning his scent in something extreamly unpleasent because Price opening a window. The sour smell of a distresst Omega filling the room. Like the sky is blue and the sun is rising he knows that its him. He wants to melt in the couch cusions.

"The council?" Gaz asks them, luckly not being able to smell anything as a Beta.

"From the 12 only we and Graves are against it. Its unsure if we an get three more on our site." Price explains starting to pace again infront of the window.

"Many have Omega children, but the chances that one gets picked are small, but many just want the war to end and willing to give up of their children." Kates makes the situation even worse.

Kyle know that something is wrong with Soap. The out going Omega is pulling back further with every passing day. He also knows his best friend is worried ever since they were told the Kings plan. He cant watch Soap being this worried any longer. He can escort his best friend home and hide him till its save to return, he just needs a bit help from some their mutal friends. Hes walking over the market place, the ones overflown booths now only have the necesaties on display. The war reached the capital last summer. He walks into Farah whos in a discousion with one of the fabric traders.

"Do you understand how expensive this is?", the trader is asking her, looking at her as if she had two heads. Kyle frowns, keeping his distance observing their interaction with intresst and worry.

"Its on order of the King, so you dont have to worry about the pay", Farah answers him, she needs the fabric.

"This fabric was already expensive before the war and from the Empire getting one is nearly impossible now", the trader explains making Farah think. She needs a good alternetive then. Fabric thin as air and in a crimson red, they told her no other fabric is aceptable for the war god.

"You have an alterative?", Farah asks, becasue this could be a small act of rebelion the priestes can get away with. A chance of sabotaging the Kings efforts a tiny bit.

"Well getting other the fabric as the one you're asking for is no problem, there are a lot of diffrent silks, the problem is the color. The dye is hard to get and even harder to use. If you are insisting on the color then there is non." Disapointment is sneaking in Farahs scent.

"You have a red just as bright?", Farah asks, sure the King is forcing them, but shes unsure if hes willing to pay this much for fabric that will profit the enemies econemy non the less.

"It is the best red dye we know of, no other red is as vibrant." Farah sighs at this, she can only hope the other parts that orderd to get for the sacrafice are as hard to get has the fabirc. If they atleast already had an Omega so the simstress could know how many fabric she needs.

"I can maybe get a few meters, but three whole bolts? Impossible." Kyle frowns why do they need that expensice fabric and why so much? Farah is thanking the trader before walking away, worry on her face. He jogs up to her.

"Farah", he greets her, making her flinch with how deep shes in trapped in her head.

"Kyle"; she greets him, the worry not leaving her voice or scent.

"What was this about?", Kyle ask her not hidding he watched her interaction.

"I dont know what you mean"; she dismisses him she cant talk with Kyle about this.

"What do you need this fabric for?", he dont lets up. The Omega is rolling her eyes at him.

"Cant talk with you about it, Kyle", she tells him this must be about the sacrafice.

"Soap is worried", Kyle tells her instead of pressing further for now.

"Soap, our walking sunshine?", Farah asks frowning pressing her jaws together. Worry clauding her scent now.

"Yes, its because the thing you cant talk about", Kyle explains his suspicion and that he knows about whats going on.

"How do you know about this?", Farah hisses pulling him in a site street. Shes pretty sure only 10 people know about the preparations.

"Graves told Kate and father, who told us, because you know Soap is also an Omega so he can make the choice to viste his family", Kyle explains to her hushed. The Preistres relaxing at this, meaning their are no rumors on the streets yet.

"Does he thinks hes getting chosen?", Farah asks him and Kyle nods. Her heart drops at this, she only ever thought about a poor faceless Omega but now she only can see Soap.

"What are the chances, we even find a worthy one and its Soap", Farah says sceptical more to calm herself down then being convinced, getting a shurg out of Kyle. They nearly dont here the steps aproching them.

"Gaz, Farah?", Alex Keller is asking them. Looking from one to the other noticing the worried faces. The Beta is frowning, this are bad news. The young nobel returend from the battelfield after he lost one of his legs.

"Alex", they both greet him, trying to hide that something is going on. Poorly because they are visible in a site street talking in hushed voices.

"Whats going on?", Alex asks them but they both shake their head, this is not a talk for a site street near the market. The three walk towards a small pont hiding in an hollow old widdow.

"The King is a mad man and wants to scarefice an Omega to the gods", Kyle give a short run down. They see Alex processing the information his face going from confused, to concernd to paniced.

"What?", he aks more to say somrthing then to really ask them.

"I need to get a specific fabric, Hadir and Livia are getting juwelery and special oils." Farah explains whats happening in the temples to her friends. They are already in preparations for everythink so the moment they have an Omega everything an go as quick as possible. So no spy can report fast enough of what they are planning.

"At least they will look good, while they die", Kyle says grimmly.

"Kyle", Farah hisses the we maybe talking about Soap stays unspoken.

"What, Im not wrong", Kyle hisses back, they will look good if they wear expensive shit.

"Wait the Omega dies?", Alex asks now understanding why his two friends are that concerned.

"Yes and Soap thinks its him." Kyle shares his informations. So thats why Soap is so sad looking at the moment.

"Well good luck to the god, because Soap will talk back and insult them", Alex jokes but the other two dont fell like laughing.

"If the gods dont want the Omega they die for nothing", Farah explains and Alex face drops, bad time for a joke.

"What happens if the gods take them?" Ales ask unsure, how are they suposed to know it worked when Soap dies either way.

"We dont know, besides they will do what asked for", Farah explains.The friends sharing worried looks. They can not lose Soap, he makes this war a bit more bearable.

"So we need to get him out right?" Is all that Alex says because losing Soap is not an option.

The council meeting is an absolute shit show as to be acepcted. The King, angry at them for the status of the war, when nobody really can do anything about it. Them begging the King, to pull Betas from the front to attent to the fields. The same disgusion as always, Laswell, Price and Graves, on edge waiting for the King to drop the big bomb.

"Order, order", Shepard yells and everybody is going silent. Graves, feels his heart drop. Its time and they need to get 3 people on their site for it to be pushed to the next meating atleast. To buy a littel more time.

"We will ensure the victory of the war with the help for the gods, for that I need ALL of you to work on makign the ritual work." Shepard looks towards Laswell and Price at this, knowing these two will be his worst problem, not knowing that one of his most loyal knights is about to switch sites. Some members are squirming in their seets, they cant give anymore, they are at the limit for years by now.

"We will sacrafice an Omega to the war god and ask him to help us win the war." Graves wants to throw up when he sees how so many change from worried to relaxed, what is one Omega to them, aparently nothing.

"What if it dosent work and the Empire does the same? And is sucessfull" Kate asks the King already having everything ready to get Soap out the country to night. The King makes a dismissive hand gesture with his plan it wont be of concern. No god can proteced you from going mad, by the most tempting Omega. The suport on of a god is not even his main concern its to get the sick.

"It will be a sucess." Shepard simply states his first yes men already nodding along, very prominent Graves is not. There is no going back now the 3 of them now damed to work together. Price feels dread at this, the King is to sure off this.

"What if the gods rejects the Omega?" Graves asks he and Farah looked in the archives for what happends besides the Omega dying a slow and painfull death. The King looks at him understanding Graves is ready to chage site if needed. Keeping his anger for that betray at bay, he will deal with Graves later.

"They cant." Graves keeps his knowledge hidden if he stays silent he can play this of as being concerd over the plan failing.

"How do we even find the right Omega? We surely cant just grap on off the streets", Countess Valeria Graza points out, she is considering suporting the plan under cetain circumstances.

"The priest will find a worthy Omega." The Kind simply stattes he himself never thought about this, what if they dont find one? Well his Kingdom is big and there must be atleast one. Valeria frowns at this, thinking if she would give up one of her servents onder such vague terms. She eyes Graves, who never would ask question he at least suspect the answer. Honestly Graves of all people may being against it, is all the prove she needs to not suport this.

"So you already have candidates for us to look at?", Laswell asks, knowing the answer is no even with the King already sending out priests to gather everything needed for the ritual thanks to Kyle, Farah and Alex.

"A few promesing ones yes." Shepard lies he knows he only needs to play it of well enough to get the everyone else on his site. What are three traitors gone do? Start a rebelion?

"Who?" Price asks knowing the King will make up an excuse.

"This is secret till everything is ready to go. Cant risk a spy finding out about this, no?" Kate grinds her theets at this, how dare he using her own concerns as a smokescreen.

"Would the family or employer of the choosen one get compensation after the war?" Barron Westers asks greed in his eyes. The Baron would sell his own mother for profit. The King thinks about it he dont want to, but if it get more peopel on his site its a bit of honey for them.

"Of course." Graves clentches his jaw yeah this will get most people on the Kings site, greed a to big motive.

"The priest can look at all my Omega children and pesants." The first member pledges his agreement.

"And my too." The next voice their suport. A few still think about it, but especaly the one with land in the poorer parts of the kingdom cant really temped a good amount of gold coming their way. Graves looks at Valeria he thinks shes not thinking about it, made up her mind. So they are four they need two more, to stall one more week. To give everyone that does not agree to sent their Omega servents to safty.

The King knows he cant give everyone to much time to think and especally not to talk. Laswell and Graves can honeyy up everyone in this room, with enough time. He cant give them any time to mendel with the other nobels in the room. This is an urgent matter so he simply can make them vote right now.

"All in favor raise youre hand." HE bellows and sees 7 hands up in the air, its a close win.

"All not in favor." Graves, Laswell, Price and Graza raise their hand.

"Undesidet?" One hand, not that the Count could change anythink, it would still be 7 vs 5, 8 vs 4 would fell better but he cant risk a second vote where his suporters may change sites. And now to punich the traitors, Graves is easy sending the Shadow to the most deadly front parts.

"We start at with Barroness Laswell." He stattes a smug satesfection spreading through hos body. He will make something up to not pay her if one of her servents is choosen. Finally he can crush the Laswell family, they are questioning the royal family for to long. Kate keeps her posture, as long as they dont show up today, she can get Soap to safety, that is her only prioraty for now.

[greenliar]

gee guys i think my man might have body dysmorphia the way his "powerful" versions are portrayed like . this. lot to think about

[simplyender]

look while i absolutely adore goosepowers as a ship, knowing everything i know about gideon, im genuinely worried about julie and what might happen between them if we get a potential season 2

[counterfeitphantoms]

about that update

[numberonecodwomenfan]

i gotta start posting abt my cod oc here because her favorite pastime is terrorizing phillip graves and being so aggressively lesbian in his face that he nearly pukes 🫶

[lucid-jester]

Just watched fight club and my take is that the narrator subconsciously wanted a cool boyfriend so bad he created a fucking tulpa but he was too insane to create a healthy relationship so Tyler happened. Best gay dark romantic comedy 10/10 final song choice really enhances the comedy of it all wonderful decision

[callsign-bunnie]

this one might be a bit much but…Professor!Graves x student!Rodolfo. with Rudy and Ale going to college, Rudy is in love with Ale, but Ale is starting to get kind of distant from him, finding new friends. Rudy gets heartbroken and his history professor starts to take a… special interest in him. Rudy likes the attention, even if his friends think its bad

(This would be amazing in ABO but only if you're comfortable) Sorry if this is too much!

I almost didn't write this one but it took up so much prime real estate in my brain that I almost had to.

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Rodolfo sighed as he looked over his notes. The class was about to end, so he was just reviewing everything he had. He could barely focus on it, though, thinking back to the Friday before.

Alejandro had dragged him out to another party, despite him knowing that Rodolfo didn't really like those. And within five minutes, he'd ditched him. Found some pretty little omega to flirt with and Rodolfo was left to figure out what to do.

Rodolfo didn't even think Alejandro had noticed he went home early. 

Rodolfo sighed when class ended. He gathered his stuff up and went to stand before realizing his professor was right in front of his desk. "Oh, Professor Graves." He said, standing. 

Professor Graves was his history professor. Rodolfo wasn't even sure why he was required to take a history class, but he would have taken it, anyway. 

Professor Graves was... well, hit or miss with his students.

Rodolfo didn't mind him. He was okay if you weren't a shitbag. He was an alpha, too, and wasn't that big of an asshole, even to the omega students. Some of his alpha teachers had a tendency to talk down to them. 

"Hello, Rodolfo. Sorry, I couldn't help but notice you seemed down." Graves smiled, gently. "You're usually so attentive in my class."

Rodolfo flushed. "Oh, uh..." He hesitated. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just..." he wasn't sure what excuse to make. "Went to a party last night. Tired."

Graves raised an eyebrow, seeming surprised. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his jacket, a black leather one he was never seen without. "Oh? I have to say, I didn't see you as the party type."

Rodolfo couldn't help snorting. "I'm not. My best friend, Alejandro, likes to go to them, though, and he always wants me there for some reason." He winced at how bitter his voice sounded and looked away.

Graves definitely picked up on it and Rodolfo cringed. “Anyway, so yeah, I’m just tired. I did manage to take notes, though, if you’re worried about that. I won’t fall behind.”

“I wouldn’t let my best student fall behind, don’t worry.” Graves chuckled and then he Pat Rodolfo’s arm, his touch lingering a little. Rodolfo wasn’t sure how he felt about that. 

Rodolfo smiled, weakly admittedly, and turned, leaving. He shrugged his bag onto his shoulder and sighed a little. Of course, half way through his walk, his second best friend Soap Mactavish decided that he absolutely had to ask Rodolfo about the party. 

Soap ran up on him and threw his arm over Rodolfo’s shoulders. He was an omega, like Rodolfo, but honestly acted more like a beta. Until he got around Alphas, that was. Then that omega instinct kicked right in. “So! How was it??”

Rodolfo sighed. “I don’t know. I left early.”

“You left early?!” Soap frowned. “Why the fuck would you do that?? What if this was your chance to tell Alejandro!”

“It wasn’t. He ditched me for some other omega the moment he had a chance.” Rodolfo shrugged. “And Valeria wasn’t there, so I just left.” Valeria was kind of the third in his and Alejandro’s friendship. She was closer friends with Alejandro and Soap’s boyfriend Ghost than Rodolfo, though he would occasionally hang out with her if he saw her. 

Soap cringed. “I’m sorry, Rudy. That sounds shitty.”

Rodolfo shrugged. “He doesn’t like me. It’s okay.” It was not okay but Rodolfo didn’t really want to deal with pity.

“You could always have a threesome with me and Ghost.” Soap joked. It was never a serious offer, or Rodolfo hoped it wasn’t, but he made the offer occasionally, when Rodolfo was having problems with Alejandro. 

It was clearly a joke. A way to show Rodolfo he was still wanted somewhere. It didn’t work. 

“It’s harder and harder to say no.” Rodolfo joked, but sighed. “But, no thank you.” He pat Soap’s shoulder. “Anyway, I need to go to class.”

“Okay, Rudy.” Soap nodded and left.

-

Rodolfo was still down about the party. It’d been two days, he really shouldn’t be anymore, but he was. He sighed, trying to pay a little more attention to Professor Graves’ lecture. 

It was an interesting lesson, anyway. About the Greeks. Rodolfo liked the way Graves taught. He tried to keep it interesting, but he didn’t talk to them like they were children. He also had a tendency to joke around a lot and he wasn’t one of those professors that you could get completely off topic so he’d stand around and talk the whole class. Maybe everyone else liked those professors, but Rodolfo was paying for this class, he’d like to take it.

Rodolfo sighed, softly, watching him teach. Again, his mind wandered to Alejandro, and he found himself slumping a little. Maybe it was time to just move on and find someone new. 

After class, he sighed and went to pack up his stuff. He got a little too careless with his laptop and it slid off his desk. His heart jumped as he went to catch it, but Graves was immediately there, catching it easily. “Don’t want to break this.” He chuckled, holding it out to Rodolfo.

Rodolfo flushed but relaxed, thanking him. “I definitely do not want to break it.” He slipped it into his bag.

“I found something interesting I thought you might like.” Graves stuck his hands in his pocket, smiling. “Do you have a class next?”

Rodolfo tilted his head before sighing, reluctantly, since he did in fact have a class. “Yes, sadly...”

“Alright, do you wanna come by this afternoon then? My office hours are 6-7?” Graves leaned against Rodolfo’s desk and Rodolfo hesitated before nodding a little. “Perfect.” Graves gave him a half grin and then touched his arm again.

Rodolfo flushed and quickly left, curious what Graves was going to show him.

-

Rodolfo was kind of excited. He liked to see interesting things and with Graves, he could only imagine. The professor was known for randomly just finding interesting artifacts and buying them. And... he had to admit the idea of Graves wanting to show just him... made him feel odd things.

He had also dressed kind of nice. He didn’t know why he’d had the urge, but Soap, who was also his roommate, had teased him about it. Rodolfo had lied that he was meeting someone for dinner, since... He didn’t want Soap to know the truth, which was that he’d dressed up to meet a professor.

Rodolfo knocked on Graves’ office door, noticing it was slightly open. He pushed it open a little, peeking in. Graves looked up from where he was slightly hunched over his desk, looking at something in a clear box. “Rodolfo! Come in!”

Rodolfo relaxed and went inside, looking around his office. It was fairly big, for an office, at least it was bigger than any of his other professors, but Graves had made it kind of cozy. Warm lighting with dark oak furniture.

Rodolfo went over to him, now curious. “What is it?”

“A ring.” Graves moved to Rodolfo could look at it. Rodolfo raised an eyebrow but looked over the ring. It was clearly bronze, and had a purple stone in it. Garnet, if Rodolfo had to guess. “It’s Roman.” Graves explained. “I’ve managed to get it loaned to me for my Roman Studies class but I thought you’d like to see it. You take an interest in the jewelry lessons.”

Rodolfo flushed, surprised he’d noticed. “I just think it’s fascinating how they added so much intricate detail…” He looked over the ring. “It’s well protected.” Which, it was, in a locked plastic box. 

“It’s worth 15,000 dollars.” Graves chuckled. “It has to be.”

“And they let you borrow it??” Rodolfo looked at him, shocked. That seemed like a lot of value to just be sitting on a professor’s desk. 

“The museum curator owes me a favor. I helped identify some artifacts.” Graves chuckled, seeming almost amused by Rodolfo’s expression. “It pays to know people.”

“Yeah, networking, I guess.” Rodolfo sighed and turned back to the ring. He picked up the little magnifying thing Graves had been using to look at it, just in awe at the detail. “It’s so intricate…” he murmured. “They could put in such little details. It’s fascinating.”

“Isn’t it?” Graves nodded. “But, we can so easily put the same details in, now, at barely a fraction of the speed.”

Rodolfo straightened up again and looked at him. “I guess.” He nodded and smiled. “It's interesting to see how the progression of skill is, now.”

“Not skill, technology.” Graves shook his head. “If we were using the same technology they were, we’d only be able to craft with the same amount of detail.”

Rodolfo frowned. “But hasn’t a progression of technology been due, largely, to a progression of skill in humanity?”

Graves seemed to consider his words before smiling at him, shrugging. “I suppose you’re right. You’re very bright.”

“I’ve heard that before.” Rodolfo laughed, but he was flattered all the same. “Gifted student.”

“It shows.” Graves moved to the ring again and ended up brushing against Rodolfo. Rodolfo tensed and flushed dark, quickly moving out of the way. 

Graves didn’t acknowledge it and leaned back down to look over the ring. “Royalty wore this. And it sits in an old History Professor’s classroom.” He chuckled. “What an odd place to find yourself.”

Rodolfo frowned. “You don’t look old.”

“I’m 39. I suppose I’m not, yet. But I feel old.” Graves shrugged and sighed, sitting in his desk chair. He looked up at Rodolfo, watching him for a moment. His eyes seemed soft, almost. He looked at Rodolfo the same way he looked at the ring. Awe. Admiration. 

Rodolfo flushed and looked away. “Is the ring the only thing you wanted to show me?” He mumbled, shy. 

“Yes,” Graves nodded and sighed a little. “I suppose you should get back to your dorm. My office hours are almost up.” He looked disappointed and Rodolfo couldn’t help but feel the same. “I know you like this stuff, though. I could show you the pieces we’re restoring at the museum?”

Rodolfo perked up. “I’d love that.”

“How does Friday sound?” Graves hummed.

Rodolfo smiled. “Okay, I can do Friday.” He waved and then left. 

-

“Rudy!” Alejandro caught up to him in the hallway, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and grinning. “There’s another party tonight, we’re going.”

“You and who?” Rodolfo tilted his head, since he was absolutely not going. He already had plans.

“You.” Alejandro chuckled. “Who else?”

“Val.” Rodolfo shrugged, nudging off his arm. “Not me. I have plans tonight.”

Alejandro frowned. “Ditch them.”

“For a party? Yeah, I’m good.” He shook his head, stopping in front of his class. “Plus, you’re just going to ditch me, again.”

“I didn’t ditch you.” Alejandro frowned. 

Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “I’m not going tonight. Find someone else to go with.” He went into the class before Alejandro could stop him, irritated. He always acted like he could tell Rodolfo to do whatever and he’d just do it. 

Granted, usually Rodolfo would. But he was looking forward to that night. He really wanted to see the restoration projects. He... really wanted to spend time with Graves.

So much so, in fact, he barely paid attention to his classes. He just skated through them and then he found himself happily on his way to Graves’ office. 

When he got there, he nudged the door in, peeking in first. Graves had his back to the door, leaning on his desk. He was on the phone and for once, he didn’t have his jacket on. Instead, it was draped against the back of his desk chair.

Rodolfo flushed, his eyes following the outline of his arms and back. He had to admit, Graves was attractive. He was a little small for an alpha, though still slightly bigger than Rodolfo, but his build was distinctly alpha. 

Rodolfo quietly stepped in, closing the door behind him and making sure it made noise. Graves immediately glanced behind him at Rodolfo and then he was half grinning, holding up a finger. He turned back around and continued his conversation. “Yeah, send the pieces over. I’ll receive them tomorrow.”

Rodolfo tilted his head, wondering what he was talking about. He waited near the door, clasping his hands behind his back. He had to admit, he’d dressed up again. Black shorts that went mid thigh, since it was still fairly warm at night. A loose sweater with a button up underneath it. 

“Awesome! I’ll be there to sign it off. Thank you, have a good night.” Graves then hung up and turned around. “I’m sorry. That was a confirmation for some documents I’m receiving.”

Rodolfo smiled. “It’s alright, really.” He went a little closer to him. “How are you?”

“Fantastic. We should go now, so we don’t arrive so late. I don’t want to have to fight with the doormen. Oh, quick question. You ever ride on a motorcycle?”

Rodolfo’s eyes went wide and he quickly shook his head. “No...” He flushed.

Graves grinned and he led Rodolfo out to the parking lot, guiding him over to a motorcycle, which was sitting close to the building. It had a backseat area, which made Rodolfo frown and wonder if Graves showed a lot of his students these things.

Why did that make him jealous?

Graves held out a black helmet to Rodolfo. “Safety first, sweetheart.”

Rodolfo flushed at the nickname but accepted the helmet, sliding it on. Graves ended up having to help him and his breath hitched when Graves’ fingertips brushed his neck. But, Graves made no acknowledgement and pulled away. “There. Nice and snug.”

Rodolfo nodded his head. Graves put his own helmet on and then got on the bike, gesturing for Rodolfo to do the same. Rodolfo hesitated, unsure if it was appropriate to be this close to his professor. Well, it was kind of too late to back out, now.

He climbed onto the back of the bike, putting his feet where Graves told him to and then wrapping his arms around Graves, carefully. His heart pounded in his chest from the closeness, but he reminded himself Graves did this all the time. He was just showing him some artifacts.

Graves reached back and pat the side of Rodolfo’s leg and Rodolfo could feel his face flame. He was so grateful for the helmet, since it hid his blush from the world. Especially Graves.

It was a short drive, it felt like. Rodolfo wondered if Graves had sped to get there, but he wasn’t going to question his professor. He got off the bike, his legs a little shaky from the sensation of riding. He stumbled a bit and Graves instinctively touched his hip to catch him, frowning. “Woah. Don’t fall.”

Rodolfo flushed. “I’ll try not to...” He said as he took the helmet off, setting it where Graves pointed.

Graves smiled at him and then gestured for him to follow, which Rodolfo gladly did. “My office is right downstairs.”

Rodolfo nodded and followed him, tilting his head. The museum wasn’t quite closed, yet, but it was clearly about to as most of the lights were off in the already closed exhibits and there were little to no people. He found it oddly peaceful, though the vague outline of large statues was eerie. 

He shivered and quickly caught back up to Graves, following him down a short flight of stairs. “I mostly help to identify pieces, but I’ve been working on some restoration projects.” Graves explained as he scanned a card outside of a door labeled “employees only” and then they were walking in.

Rodolfo first noticed how little light there was in the room. He wasn’t surprised, since so many artifacts were light sensitive. It made sense that they’d try to keep the lights off. The second thing he noticed was how little people there were. “I thought there’d be more people.” He admitted.

“No, not usually. A lot of them like to work during the day or even later at night than this.” Graves shook his head, leading Rodolfo to a door and then letting him in. Rodolfo thanked him as he was let in first and he stepped into the office.

It was much bigger than his office on campus, though it was decorated similarly. Rodolfo saw crates in the corner with big “fragile” labels on them. “I thought those were only in movies.” He joked, turning to Graves, who was stepping over to the crates.

“Ha, where did you think movies got it from?” Graves laughed. “There is an air of truth in every lie. Media is no different. Most ideas come from somewhere, right?”

Rodolfo supposed he was. He turned away and continued to look around the office. He smiled at the paintings on the wall, recognizing a couple recreations of famous pieces. Starry Night, the Mona Lisa. He took an interest in a recreation of Sunflowers, stepping up to the painting. He’d always been fascinated by the piece. 

“Did you know he painted more than one?” Graves asked, startling Rodolfo.

Rodolfo blinked and turned to him. “Hmm, I guess I didn’t. I didn’t take art history.”

“He did.” Graves came over and stood by him, looking up at the painting. “This particular version is from a paint by numbers kit. Pain in the ass to do, I hate those things.”

“You painted this??” Rodolfo blinked and looked at Graves before turning back to the painting.

Graves laughed. “Yeah. It shows, don’t you think?”

Rodolfo looked over the painting, starting to pick up how almost clinical the paint had been applied. “I wouldn’t know,” he said, anyway, “I’m not an artist. Or a writer for that matter.”

“Neither am I. The museum passed them out.” Graves waved his hand. “I actually still have a couple, since I was the only one willing to take them.” 

Rodolfo followed him over to his desk, which was quite large and covered by papers and a few boxes. Small boxes, like jewelry boxes. Graves was looking at one of them and he gestured to Rodolfo, grabbing this weird desk attachment thing that looked like a mirror on a swivel arm. He moved it and put it in front of Rodolfo’s face. 

Rodolfo blushed, remembering he’d put the slightest amount of black on his waterline to accentuate his eyes. He turned to the mirror, watching Graves move around him and then he heard movement behind him before Graves was carefully putting a necklace around his neck. It was large and a bit heavy, made with gold and rubies. “It’s beautiful…” He reached up and touched it, liking the way it looked against his dark skin.

He tried not to let his breath hitch as Graves’ fingers brushed against his skin, while he adjusted the necklace. 

Graves chuckled. “Just wait.” Rodolfo then watched the alpha grab a book and come over, holding up a painting in it beside the mirror. Rodolfo blinked, shocked to be looking at a picture of a royal who looked uncannily similar to him. 

“Oh…” Rodolfo blushed a deep dark red, able to see it in the mirror, and he looked at the painting, recognizing the jewelry piece in it. “We could be twins.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you were a descendant.” Graves chuckled and put the book down. “I saw the resemblance when I received the pieces and the book the other day. He was known for being quite beautiful. An omega, like you.” He then moved the mirror and leaned against the desk. “I can see how people say he was beautiful.”

Rodolfo noted how Graves did not glance down at the book as he said that and instead just kept looking at him and he tried not to think about the way that made his heart flutter, looking down at the book. He turned the page, seeing the jewelry piece had a page dedicated to it. He wasn’t surprised to see that it was made from real gold and real rubies, but then he felt himself pale at the value.

“A million dollars?!” Rodolfo straightened up, immediately. He went stiff, now absolutely terrified to move.

Graves laughed, softly. “Calm down, sweetheart. It’s just a recreation. It’s for an exhibit. The real one is in Spain.” He shook his head. “Well, that one isn’t for the exhibit. I had someone make an extra of it and…” He got another box from the desk, pulling out a matching crown, that Rodolfo also recognized from the book.

He gingerly placed it on Rodolfo’s head and smiled. “The set is only 500 dollars, so don’t worry. There’s earrings, too, if you want them.”

“500 is still more than I think I will ever spend on jewelry.” Rodolfo looked up at the crown, relaxing a little. Admittedly, for his interest in historical jewelry, he didn’t own much of his own. “Wait, want them?”

“Yeah, you can have them.” He gestured to both pieces. “They were practically made for you, regardless.” 

Rodolfo felt himself start to blush again and he tried not to show how ridiculously flattered that made him, smiling. “Oh…” He reached up and took off the crown, pulling it down so he could look over it. “It really is beautiful…”

“It suits you.” Graves nodded. “Here, let’s get them both back in their boxes.” He took the crown from Rodolfo and put it in its box before going back around behind him and taking off the necklace before also putting it in its box. He put them both in a brown paper bag with handles. “So no one tries to steal them.” He explained and Rodolfo relaxed, nodding. He also slipped a smaller box in the bag as well. “I have more pieces if you want to see them. Royalty, through the ages, is the exhibit.”

Rodolfo blushed dark. “Yeah, I’d like to see…”

He followed Graves out of the office and to where some mannequins were being dressed up. “You can touch everything, like I said, it’s all recreations. It’s meant to be a touch and feel exhibit.”

Rodolfo ahhed and then touched one of the dresses, feeling over the trim of the bodice. It felt kind of itchy and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand wearing that all day. “It looks so heavy.”

“It was.” Graves nodded. “In the victorian ages, there were quite a few times that omegas would die because they’d walk too close to a fire place and couldn’t get out of their dress, so they’d burn alive.”

“That’s… fucking gruesome.” Rodolfo made a face, unsure he liked that fact. “I’m incredibly grateful to be alive in the modern times, then.” He mumbled and turned back to the dress, backing away from it.

“Hey, Phil!” Both turned to someone who was calling out to them. “It’ll just be you tonight, so just remember to lock up when you and your friend leave!”

“Got it, thanks!” Graves called and waved before turning back to one of the mannequins, appearing to adjust a few things and then sighing, stepping back and putting his hands on his waist. “Well, anyway, welcome to my lair or whatever. This is where I spend most nights when I’m not teaching.”

Rodolfo looked around, smiling. “I like it, but I’m not sure I’d enjoy spending the night here.”

“Oh, I never said I enjoy it.” Graves laughed. “When I first started this kind of work, I was paranoid the statues would come alive and kill me.”

Rodolfo laughed, finding the fear rather silly. “Oh? That’s so sweet!” He tilted his head, seeing Graves almost appear to blush. But, he looked away, looking at a statue in the distance and moving over to it. It was naked, which wasn’t a surprise, but it had a cloth draped over its shoulders and Rodolfo felt in awe of how it almost looked like he could reach up and touch the cloth, and it would move. 

He frowned, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, and he saw a text from Valeria. 

Hey, did you come tonight? -Val

No, I didn’t. I had plans.

Oh. Alejandro said that, but I guess I didn’t believe him. Did you guys fight or something? -Val

No, I just didn’t feel like going to another party. 

Alright… Well, it’s for the best, he’s pretty drunk, anyway, and I’m on my way. Have fun, whatever you’re doing. -Val

Rodolfo rolled his eyes and made a frustrated sound. God, he just… wanted some time where he wasn’t constantly being reminded about Alejandro and how Alejandro didn’t like him. He put his phone back in his pocket and sighed, turning and seeing Graves was watching him. “Do I have something on me?” He joked, going back over to him.

Graves shook his head. “Why do you let him treat you like that?”

“Well, that wasn’t him that time.” Rodolfo winced. “But… I don’t know. He wanted me to go to this party tonight but… I don’t… really like parties?” He turned to the left, touching the dress on the mannequin again. “I don’t know… We’ve been friends forever. But… ever since we started college, things have been… different.”

“College does that, sadly.” Graves sighed. “It changes things.”

Rodolfo snorted and then blushed dark as Graves touched his chin, making him turn and look at him. He didn’t stop the alpha, not really able to find a good reason as to why he should, and he watched Graves eyes, which had moved to his mouth. “You’re too pretty to let an alpha treat you like that.”

Rodolfo blushed, again, and he melted, parting his lips as Graves’ thumb moved over them. “How would you treat me?” He asked, lowering his voice a little.

Graves chuckled, not moving his hand. “I think I’d have to show, rather than explain.”

“Then show me.” Rodolfo said, growing a little bold. “I’m asking you to show me…”

Graves’ eyes finally moved up to meet Rodolfo’s and then he moved forward, kissing him softly. Rodolfo leaned into it, melting as the scent of whiskey and paper surrounded him, coating his skin. It was sweet and intoxicating, making him dizzy. 

When Graves pulled away, he took his jacket off and put it around Rodolfo before having him lay down. Rodolfo just melted at the thoughtfulness in the action, his skin feeling warm and fuzzy. “You’re such a gentleman.” He teased, looking up at Graves.

Graves looked down at him, his expression amused. “Well, I have to take care of a sweet little lady such as yourself.”

Oh. Rodolfo’s stomach clenched and he tried not to think about how hot that made him, distracting himself by sitting up a little so he could pull off his sweater, blushing when Graves helped him and then Graves carefully undid the buttons on his shirt, running his hand down the skin as it was exposed.

Rodolfo shivered as Graves’ slightly cold skin touch his own. He was always warm, likely from the layers he liked to wear, and so the touch was nice. He tilted his head as Graves moved down and started to kiss over the skin on his shoulder, his shirt getting pushed down around his arms. 

The sex was slow, sensual, and oh so fantastic. Graves clearly knew what he was doing and while Rodolfo didn’t really, he didn’t have so little experience that he didn’t know how sex was supposed to be. This was definitely how it was supposed to be and more.

So, when Graves had told him that he could rest for a bit, he’d just ignored that his phone was buzzing and Alejandro was on the caller ID, turning his phone off, and dozing off to sleep.

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I think I could do a part 2 if anyone wants it, I do have a few ideas.

No taglist for this, since I doubt it's a ship I'm going to get many requests for. If you want a part 2 and you'd like to be tagged if another is posted, reply and I'll tag you.

[bloodshotgun]

voices of the void is literally a perfect game. you can do your silly little observatory worker tasks with mark hoffman bubblegum bitch edit playing in the background. in game. truly unparalleled

[tboyquicksilver]

Drawing dump but bad

[gaybroons]

Re: prev, sid has topped that man I just know it in my bones

[sophiethewitch1]

Fuck it I AM going to write another Jason one shot. He's gonna have 3 now who cares. Dick soulmate au oneshot is rotting in the grave. Jay's just made for them idk

[swansong-art]

Well the people demanded it, so more Jesseposting. Now featuring Chante, my OG boss. Obviously, she immediately makes fun of him. (He's not even that short, she's just tall and wears heels.)

[insufferablemod]

maybe i should implement a more proper tagging system,,,, finding shit on here is awful wtf