Ghoulcy omegaverse: omega ghoul
The Ghoul hasn’t had a heat in literal centuries when alpha Lucy triggers the heat he didn’t know he could still have.
Cooper can handle himself. Lucy knows this. Anyone that spends five seconds in his company knows this. And yet she doesn’t seem to have any filter when it comes to her alpha brain and his safety. That’s the only explanation for why she and another alpha are circling each other while Cooper stands there and prepares to shoot a man once again.
He’d just wanted an ice cold beer and a quiet moment and instead he’d gotten more than one alpha in his space because, he realized with something that almost tasted like fear, he’s in heat.
“Whoa, whoa, personal space,” Lucy says, slapping the hand away of one of the alphas reaching for him. She shoves another who steps closer.
“What is wrong with you people?”
“I’m in heat darlin’, means all these alphas suddenly want a piece of my leathery old hide.”
“So that’s why you smell so good today?”
“I don’t know that good is the right word but I guess it’s your nose.”
“Everyone back off!” she snarls and two of the alphas take a step back but the third ignores her.
“He’s not taken,” the alpha says.
“He doesn’t smell taken.”
“You know I’m right here right?” Cooper says, almost curiously, and he casually raises his gun.
She calls him Ghoul in public. He’s never asked for it but he’s grateful for it. The idea of others knowing his real name leaves him ill. But in private it’s Cooper this and Cooper that and *hey Cooper did you see that weird bird fly by?*
“Ghoul, can you please lower your gun?”
He tries to listen to her but can’t bring himself to let go. She steps closer to him and leans in so only he can hear her.
“Cooper,” she whispers into his ear, “I am asking you for this right now. Please give me this. I barely ask for anything I’ll follow you anywhere you know that please lower your gun and let me handle this.”
Cooper lowers his gun and lets a little scrappy spitfire fight for his goddamn honor.
