Just omegaverse things: imagine Omega Mordo having monogrammed handkerchiefs (monogramed everything, actually, 'cause he's fancy) Alpha Stephen finds one and can't possibly imagine what K.A.M means but holy fuck the handkerchief smells fucking amazing? who's this omega that smells like a fucking dream??? and suddenly one day Mordo is like oh! you found my handkerchief, may I have it back? but Stephen's already sleeping with it on his pillow *cough* sniffing it when he jacks off at night *cough* and Mordo's scent is so calming and just so good to him it even helps with the pain in his hands that he almost doesn't want to give it back? lol Mordo doesn't get it at all until he does and he's all 😳😍
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So...... I’m terribly sorry Nonny. I know I keep apologizing and I really do have to cause the wait is just insane. I really enjoyed this submission Nonny. It’s just so sweet and sexy and ummm.... here’s a little offering to say sorry for the wait. Just a drabble for your enjoyment :)
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Finders Keepers
“But I found it,”
The words came out more pathetic than he intended. Stephen kept the handkerchief behind his back, as if Karl would forget it once it was out of sight.
“And yet it’s mine,”
Karl stepped forward and Stephen stepped back in response. His shaking fingers clenched the silk, his nails digging into those telling initials.
“Surely you know that stealing is forbidden here. Especially from a master,” Karl’s eyes didn’t break away from Stephen’s guilty face. “And more so an omega.”
“You’re...you’re an omega…”
“Is that a question or a statement Stephen?”
Stephen wasn’t even sure what his answer was, or even what he meant to say. For all his sharp intellect he was grasping with the simple truth that Karl Mordo was an omega. Not for his form or even his appearance, but by the sheer confidence he held. He’d rarely encountered an omega so strong yet gentle, with a presence both formidable and disarming. It frightened and excited him, a deadly combination that rendered him somewhat useless.
“Stephen?” Karl’s gentle voice shook his thoughts to focus.
Stephen’s grip tightened on the small fabric.
“Stephen,” Karl tried again, stern this time with an outreached palm. “My handkerchief. Return it. I can give you another if you wish but that one in particular is dear to me.”
“You have more?” Stephen looked up to find Karl already several feet closer to him. The closeness made his stomach light.
“Of course,” Karl said. “I’ll even let you choose one. But I need this one back Stephen. It’s my favorite.”
Stephen gulped. He opened this mouth, ready to protest then decided hard against it. How was he supposed to ask Karl if he could at least clean it? Stephen’s scent was all over the fabric by this point. He’d tucked it by his face to sleep, wrapped it around his hands to soothe the ache, and without a trace of shame he also inhaled the sweet omega scent to arouse him at night.
“Not feeling well?” Karl said.
“What?”
“Your face Stephen,” Karl said, his dimples deepened with a smile. “You’ve gone six shades of red right before my eyes. Do you need to lay down?”
Laying down was definitely not what Stephen needed at the moment.
“Why’s it your favorite then?” He blurted out, “If something’s your favorite shouldn’t it be...I don’t know...tucked away? Kept safe? Not lost?”
“I use it often so of course I’d misplace it eventually,” Karl sighed. “Stephen don’t be unreasonable. I need that back before The Ancient One sees you with it. She might think you’re trying to pursue me.”
“And why’s she involved again?” Stephen asked. It seemed like the lady was always involved in everything, even when she wasn’t physically present.
“She made that for me. It’s one of the few handmade gifts I own. More than that, it’s also one of the first gifts I received when I arrived. It made me feel welcomed.”
Stephen looked at the top of Karl’s boots to avoid looking at his face. He didn’t really know much about Karl’s past. From what he could gather his teacher didn’t grow up in Kamar Taj but did arrive when he was young. It was difficult for him to imagine Karl ever being scared and new to this world, alone and searching for a home.
“Stephen please,” Karl said. “My initials are embroidered there. If people see you with it they’ll talk. Rumors will start, other alphas will know and I...I don’t want to bring that upon you.”
“Why not?” Stephen said, finally lifting his eyes to meet Karl’s. To his surprise there wasn’t a hint of impatience or annoyance in Karl’s face. Instead that sweet smile remained, still warm and gentle, still too far from his reach.
“You know, you have this infuriating way of making me smile,” Karl said. “Even when I really don’t want to.”
“Well...do you think I’ll have a way of convincing you to let me keep this?” Stephen asked.
Karl’s eyes looked at him with both pity and amusement, and little bit of something that Stephen might have identified as hope.
“Perhaps,” Karl said, stepping closer. “We can come to a compromise.”
