Damndaddy
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The famous Will Graham being an omega was obvious to absolutely no one. And that's the way he liked it.
But when his encephalitis medication interferes with his heat blockers, he needs to find an alpha to help him, and quickly.
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Percival is a good man.
But if he wants Newt he'll have to be underhanded, have to steal the omega and make him his own.
Percival is a good man.
But he's a terrible alpha.
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the first of many by venvephe for concernedlily
Fandoms: Kingsman: The Secret Service (2015)
08 Sep 2015
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Eggsy should have seen this coming.
Looking back, he should have payed more attention to the calendar; he’d been good about taking his suppressants until the last few weeks, when the training exercises and elimination tests had gotten so intense that he’d started to forget the little pills. Dealing with a heat doesn’t seem as horrific after jumping out of an airplane, especially when you’d under the assumption that your ‘chute was faulty, and taking the suppressants was one of those little things that got shuttered off to the side in his mind. If he’d been paying attention it may not have come to - this.
Because Eggsy’s in heat, and there’s only two ways it can go from here.
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Will has long been familiar with Hannibal's expertise in the kitchen, but he isn't aware Hannibal applies himself with similar fastidiousness to the finer arts—until the day Hannibal asks him to sit for a portrait.
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Slowly, the man raised his hand to pull at the bandana covering the lower half of his face. “Daryl?”
“You two know each other?” Rick asked. His gun was still raised and aimed at Paul, but his body was starting to relax.
“We should do,” Paul answered, sparing a darting glance back at Rick before locking eyes with Daryl again, looking hesitant, like he didn’t know what to expect. “Considering I’m his husband.”
“You - “ Rick looked at Daryl, bewildered. “You’re married?”
“By accident,” Daryl hurried to state.
“Happy accident,” Paul piped up with feigned cheer. His bright tone was easily belied by the hurt Daryl could see in his eyes. “Although, the fine state of Georgia doesn’t recognise it.”
“Ain’t recognised here, either. Goddamn Virginia,” Daryl grumbled.
“Ah,” Paul grinned, his posture relaxing. “But step a toe over the line into D.C…”