#even as a whacky dream this is something I never thought I'd write

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An idea for u: DocLion ABO having a pregnancy scare. Love ur stories and headcannons

Allow me to be blunt for a moment nonnie, and please know it pains me to be mildly rude when you just complimented me, but.. NO.

I don’t do nor read A/B/O stuff, not now, not ever. It’s one of the things I refuse to touch because it’s absolutely not my cup of tea. However, I’ll admit the idea of putting Lion in such situation again, after what happened with Claire, would be interesting. It’s also the main reason this has been sitting in my inbox for so long, instead of answering with “sorry but nope” right away. 

And since I know @icezero09 would be interested in such idea as you proposed, I decided to think more about it. In the end, I turend the whole thing into a dream sequence, so while there are mentions of mpreg (and god, I never thoght I would write that), it is NOT an  A/B/O fic.

You can read it here on AO3, or click on the read more below!

It was past midnight and Doc still hadn’t come to bed. Admittedly, it was sort of stalkerish to stay awake monitoring his teammate and lover’s comings and goings, but Lion couldn’t help it. He was worried for Doc, the man would work himself into an early grave. Lion considered sending him a text message, but Doc would probably ignore it and stubbornly sit in his office, typing report after report until his vision was blurry enough that he couldn’t see the words on the screen anymore.

Careful to not make too much noise and wake up the rest of the team, Lion made his way to Doc’s office. The corridors of Hereford Base were mostly dark and cold at these hours, but Lion knew the way by heart. Just as he imagined, there was light coming from under the door to Doc’s office. Lion went in and stopped dead in his tracks upon the sight that greeted him.

Doc was standing in front of his desk, stretching out his sore muscles and inadvertently giving Lion an unobstructed side view of his rounded belly. Dear God, he was huge! Lion was still staring dumbly at his lover when Doc spotted him.

“Ah, Olivier,” he greeted the attacker with a smile, the kind of soft gesture that made Lion’s heart soar every single time it was directed at him. “I’m afraid your children won’t let me rest tonight, it feels like they’re staging a kickboxing match.”

“Children?!” Lion squeaked, unable to take his eyes away from Doc’s belly bump. There was no denying the sudden rush of protectiveness he felt, along with the terror and denial.

Oblivious to Lion’s inner turmoil, Doc waddled up to him and pinned the attacker with an expectant look that Lion had come to associate with their arguments, more specifically it was the expression Doc made when he thought Lion was being obtuse on purpose.

“Did you find any?” The question left Lion even more confused, and he opened his mouth then closed it while trying to figure out what to answer. Doc sighed in disappointment. “I shouldn’t have eaten all the marron glacé yesterday, but these cravings are worse than I expected and I still want more. Are you sure there’s none around? I know Julien hoards sweets, maybe he has some.”

Before Lion had the chance to reply, the door opened with a bang and Ace strode confidently into the office, smiling at Doc in that way that made Lion want to strangle him. “What are you doing here, Havarti?”

“It’s Håvard,” Ace corrected him, voice clipped and lacking any warmth.

Lion had used the same incorrect name Thatcher used out of pure pettiness. It was the only thing he and the SAS veteran agreed on, neither liked the newest addition to the attacker’s team. Thatcher because he was a crabby bastard, and Lion because he didn’t like how the ex-paramedic looked at Doc.

“I heard you were craving a little something, and one of my followers on Insta shared this amazing recipe so I thought ‘I just have to try this’!” He pompously showed a small platter full of the sweets and Doc’s eyes went wide. Ace winked in what he probably thought was a charming manner, “Lucky you to be saved by me, eh?”

“Yes, very lucky,” Lion grumbled. 

He stood behind Doc, using his superior height to drape himself over his lover like an oversized blanket, one of his hands resting on the medic’s protruding belly. This was his boyfriend, and the sooner Ace got the message and disappeared, the better. No such luck though, as the breacher looked smugly at him while Doc stuffed his face with the damned sweets.

“Did you feel that?” Doc moved Lion’s hand lower right as one of the babes kicked again.

Awe swiftly replaced any lingering confusion and doubts in Lion’s mind. He never got to experience this before. He hadn’t been there for Alexis’ birth, or for much of his early life, but now he had a chance to do better with Gustave and their children. And Lion didn’t intend to squander this opportunity.

The sound of someone crying got his attention, and he spotted Claire in the room with them, looking as she did when they were seventeen. Neither Doc nor Ace seemed to see her. She hugged herself and looked at him with a heartbroken expression.

“How can you say that! This is not something you can sweep under the rug and pretend it never happened, an abortion won’t fix anything!”

Lion blinked, and he wasn’t hugging Doc anymore. He was back at his parent’s house, clutching a cushion like a lifeline as they yelled at him for being a sinner, a disappointment and an embarrassment to his family. Again. He wouldn’t stand for it this time. His shouts merged with the recriminations his parents flung at him until the cacophony was deafening. Fine, he didn’t have to take their screams and contempt! 

He took a step beyond his still screaming parent and saw Claire’s young self was still there, holding Alexis’ hand. “You never fought like that to be our family.”

Lion awoke with a start, full of the disquieting feelings the dream stirred in him. His first reaction was to check on the figure sleeping next to him, and he let out a relieved sigh when he saw Doc was looking as always. A second later he felt foolish for worrying about that, since men couldn’t get pregnant. That had been the most shocking part of the dream, no doubt, but what haunted Lion were the last words from dream Claire and Alexis.

It was true, Lion had never fought for Claire, nor wanted anything to do with Alexis at first. Remorse gnawed on his soul, but by God it was only the truth. Until much later he didn’t realise his mistake and started making amends, but he wasn’t even eighteen yet when he got Claire pregnant, he hadn’t been ready to start a family. Now he was. 

While he regretted how he acted back then, Lion also believed everything happened for a reason, even if the reason sometimes was that you were an idiot who had to find himself before being ready to accept more responsibilities. And as imperfect as he still was, thank God Lion had become a better man than he was in the past. He had God and Gustave to thank for that, for showing him his errors. Lion was adamant to avoid repeating those.

Feeling more at peace, he turned to the side and embraced Doc, only to be elbowed in the face. This was his loving fiancee, alright. Remembering now Doc’s tendency to fight his way out of close contact when it was hot, like now in the middle of summer, Lion turned to the other side with a smile. He was ready now to have a family, not only with Gustave, but Alexis would be part of it too. Maybe this all had been a product of pre-wedding nerves. After all, in a month they would get married, and Lion couldn’t wait for the day to come.